The other day someone left a piece of plasticine in my dressing room. I didn't know what to make of it.
I was at sea the other day and loads of meat floated past. It was a bit choppy.
So I went to buy a watch, and the man in the shop said "Analogue." I said "No, just a watch."
I'm so lazy I've got a smoke alarm with a snooze button.
You see my next door neighbour worships exhaust pipes, he's a catholic converter.
Black holes. I don't know what people see in them. Exit signs? They're on their way out.