Buddha, much like everyone else has good and bad days.

I love chicken. I would eat chicken fingers on Thanksgiving if it were socially acceptable.

I'm particularly proud of my reluctance to share my dreams with anyone.

My sister sometimes does a Todd Barry tribute act.

I mean, I've had bartenders and waiters and waitresses make a comment about a joke of mine, like pointing out some sort of logic error or something that I've never even thought about, and they're right.

Anyone who bombs is my friend.

I like Cilantro, but you don't have to.