Sygmnd was a poor Austrian who'd lost all the vowels in his name in a boating accident.

The prison psychiatrist asked me if I thought sex was dirty. I told him only when it's done right.

I was a nervous child, I was a bedwetter. I used to sleep with an electric blanket and I was constantly electrocuting myself.

Geez, I should stop ruining my life searching for answers I'm never gonna get, and just enjoy it while it lasts.

I took a test in Existentialism. I left all the answers blank and got 100.

Money is not everything, but it is better than having one's health.

How am I immature? Intellectually, emotionally, and sexually. Yeah, but in what other ways?