Don’t Do Your Best, Do My Best.

My Motto Is "more Mystery, Less History".

Wearing Crocs Is Like Getting Blown By A Dude. It Feels Great Until You Look Down And Realize You're Gay.

I Don’t Have Any Ill Will Or Ill Thought Towards Anybody.

I Swear My Car Won't Run Unless I'm Picking My Nose: At Least, I'm That Superstitious About It, So I Don't Want To Take Any Chances.

Figure Out What To Do, Then Take A Nap.