Standing in the park, I was wondering why a frisbee looks larger the closer it gets...then it hit me

I quit my job at the helium gas factory. I didn't like being spoken to in that voice.

My father is schizophrenia, but he's good people.

So what if I can't spell Armaggedon? ... it's not the end of the world.

My therapist says I have a preoccupation with vengeance. We'll see about that.

I saw a documentary on how ships are kept together. Riveting!

You know who really gives kids a bad name? Posh and Becks.