It's like the Wild West, the Internet. There are no rules.
Why do we wait until a pig is dead to "cure" it?
Like other kids wanted to become firemen or astronauts, I wanted to make people laugh.
Having sex with her is incredible. It's just like a concert. We throw Frisbees around the room. And when she wants more she lights a match.
Why are they called a-part-ments, when they're all stuck together?
I got a chain letter by fax. It's very simple. You just fax a dollar bill to everybody on the list.