I don't feel that I'm explaining the world or teaching people anything. And I'm not trying to be a mirror, showing them what's really going on the world. All I'm trying to do is think of stuff that's funny, just like when I'm kidding around with my friends.
The severity of the itch is proportional to the reach.
I had to stop driving my car for a while... the tires got dizzy.
I intend to live forever. So far, so good.
When I erase a word with a pencil, where does it go?
Some friends of mine got me a sweater for my birthday. I'd have preferred a moaner or a screamer, but the sweater was OK.