Some Nutter's Gone And Pulled A Jack

People Always Say They Can't Do Things, That They're Impossible. They Just Haven't Been Creative Enough.

I Sleep Better Knowing That A Naked Cork-eater Is Not Sneaking Around At Night, Stealing My Underwear.

I'm Keith," He Said, "and You're . . . Clearly Mad, But What's Your Name?

Irony Is The Word I Forget The Meaning Of Immediately After I Look It Up, But I Kind Of Feel Like I Live In A Constant State Of It.

These Houses Had Been Plunked Down With An Alarming Randomness -- Unevenly Spaced, On Crooked Lines, Like Whoever Had Designed The Place Had Said, "we'll Just Follow This Cat, And Wherever He Sits Down, We'll Build Something.