Man Consists Of Two Parts, His Mind

I Sold My Memoirs Of My Love Life To Parker Brothers And They Are Going To Make A Game Out Of It.

It Is Impossible To Experience One's Death Objectively And Still Carry A Tune.

Better Not Think Too Much. Relying More On The Body: It Is More Trustworthy.

It's A Match Made In Heaven...by A Retarded Angel.

I Came Home One Night, Some Month Ago, And I Went To The Closet In My Bedroom...and A Moth Ate My Sports Jacket. He Was Laying On The Floor, Nauseous, Y'know.