I Get Depressed At Airports.

I Don't Know Anything About Computers.

I Give Women Two Types Of Orgasms. Fake And None.

I'd Be At Someone's House Or Be Up On The Roof All Day And I'd Get Lonely - Stir Crazy - And Talk Radio Became This Soothing Voice In My Life. But The Idea That I Was Making $10 An Hour And Stacking Drywall While These Guys Were Making A Few Hundred Thousand, And They Were Having A Party, And There Were Playmates And There Were Good Times, I Just Couldn't Imagine It.

I'm A Sort Of Nuts-and-bolts Guy. I'm Into Turning Wrenches And Swinging A Hammer And Wrenching On Cars.

Lets Not Focus On Saving A Nickel... Lets Focus On Making A Buck.