They're Only Words. You Can't Be Afraid

One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor.

Picture Your Grandmother In Hell, Baking Pies... Without An Oven.

Children Are Not Our Future, And I Can Prove It With My Usual, Flawless Logic. Children Can't Be Our Future, Because By The Time The Future Arrives, They Won't Be Children Anymore, So Blow Me!

People Say, 'i'm Going To Sleep Now,' As If It Were Nothing. But It's Really A Bizarre Activity. 'for The Next Several Hours, While The Sun Is Gone, I'm Going To Become Unconscious, Temporarily Losing Command Over Everything I Know And Understand. When The Sun Returns, I Will Resume My Life.

We Talk Too Much, Love Too Seldom, And Hate Too Often.