I Thought I Was Raptured Up Into

I'm Totally Normal In Every Respect, But I Have This One Quirk - I Can't Give Out A Number Without Laughing. It's A Problem When I'm Giving My Credit Card Number Over The Phone Because They Always Think: 'he Must Have Just Stolen It.'

Not Everybody Hates Me. Only The People Who've Met Me.

Countries Are Making Nuclear Weapons Like There Is No Tomorrow.

The Way I Understand It, The Russians Are Sort Of A Combination Of Evil And Incompetence... Sort Of Like The Post Office With Tanks.

I Was The Kid Next Door's Imaginary Friend.