I Used To Be Irish Catholic. Now

Conservatives Want Live Babies So They Can Train Them To Be Dead Soldiers.

Language Is A Tool For Concealing The Truth. If We Could Read Each Other's Minds, This Would Be A Horror Show.

When I Was In Seventh Grade, I Was Caught Stealing Money From The Visiting Team's Locker Room During A Basketball Game. So I Was Sent To The Brothers. That's What They Called This Parochial School Up In Goshen, New York. I Was Supposed To Get Closer Supervision There And More "masculine Influence," Whatever That Means. But I Was Thrown Out For Telling A Couple Of Really Lame Kids On The Playground That I Had Heroin.

When Will All The Rhetorical Questions End?

When You're High, It's Easy To Kid Yourself About How Clever Certain Mediocre Pieces Of Material Are.