I had to stop driving my car for a while... the tires got dizzy.
I went to the hardware store and bought some used paint. It was in the shape of a house.
I lost a button hole.
I'm standing behind a wall of jokes. You don't know about my personal life, my girlfriends, or what I do when I'm not on the road. There's this guy, this comedian, and this is how he thinks, but people really don't know anything about me.
I had just received my degree in Calcium Anthropology... the study of milkmen.
Sometimes I talk to myself in languages I'm unfamiliar with... just to screw with my subconscious.