I Tend To Scare Myself.

If You Were Seeing A Lot Of Horseshit, There Had To Be A Pony In The Vicinity.

And The Rain Went Rollin Down The Windowpanes, And The Shadows Wiggled N' Squiggled On Her Check And Forehead Like Black Veins.

Any Statement Beginning With The Words 'in Truth' Is Almost Always A Lie.

I'd Been Raised By My Parents To Believe Barfing Your Feelings On Other People Was The Height Of Impoliteness.

And Then Woe Is You, Pauly. Woe To The Max.