Whatever Happened To The Good Ole Days,

My Girlfriend Told Me That She Was Seeing Another Man. I Told Her To Rub Her Eyes.

Pentiums Melt In Your Pc, Not In Your Hand.

I Don't Know If I Have Sexual Magnetism Or Animal Magnetism, Though Sometimes I'll Find A Squirrel Stuck To My Forehead.

I Was Walking Down The Street. Something Caught My Eye, And Dragged It Fifteen Feet.

The Subconscious Is Like Having A Laboratory Assistant Who Pretends To Love You And Help You, But After You Go Home To Go To Sleep It Goes Back Into The Lab And Starts Fumbling With The Data And Destroying It. It's A Very Tricky Thing. People Think Our Minds Are Us, But That's Not True At All. The Mind Is Not Us.