I Guess It's Ironic. I Just Did

You Say I Sucked At The Oscars. I Was A Genius At The Oscars. That Was Experimental Tuxedo Sleep Art.

Sometimes It Is Painful To Be Oneself; At Other Times It Seems Impossible To Escape Oneself.

I Worked At A Mcdonald's Drive-through. I Could Always Tell When Girls Were Interested: They'd Drive Around Again And Say, "i Forgot Something."

I Was Supposed To Go Out With This Girl, But The Plans Mixed Up Because I Was Working Late. So I Went To Her Apartment With A Flower. She Was Asleep, But I Really Wanted To See Her. I Figured I'd Be Like Romeo, And Climbed Up To Her Balcony And Gave Her A Rose. She Was Very Shocked. After That, It Was Over.

I Become Kind Of Obsessive About Research.