I'd Never Hurt Another Person.

When I Fart My Ass Makes A Trumpet Sound That Heralds The Arrival Of The Smell.

Of Course On Air I Use Occasional Hyperbole To Tell A Story.

I Don't Know Anything About Computers.

No One Is Depressed When They're Being Chased By A Bear.

Then There's The In-between, Not A Lipstick Lesbian, Not A Butch Dyke. I Think That Is What I'd Be, A Sweatpants Lesbian.