My soul is invisible, like an anorexic’s dinner, but it sure enhances how I feel about my body.
I am the now of the then. My body is the embodiment of all my ancestors who came before me. They live on in me.
Be proud of your work week, not your weak work. Monday-Friday you can find me working out. I have the body of a fisherman.
In 1,000 pages of Orafoura’s novel, I noticed he repeated one word twice. It really stood out to me. The word? Sit.
My clone will have my mind, but I don’t mind. Two heads are better than one—especially when those two are one and the same.
I had a dream about your brain. I wish I could eat my dream.
I made plans out of hope, expectation, desire, and duct tape, and I broke those plans with my bare hands.
You gotta run more than your mouth to escape the treadmill of mediocrity. A true hustler jogs during the day, and sleepwalks at night.
On Halloween I like to scare up business the old fashioned way: with flyers, business cards, and electroshock therapy while wearing spooky masks.
A window—it’s more entertaining than TV. Just ask a cat looking out, or a man looking in on a life he desires.
A great band name would be Tickling Whiskers. Especially if the lead singer is a cat. I’d love to audition for backup dancer.
I feel self-conscious calling my cat fat in front of a fat person, considering I’m skinny and inconsiderate.
I'm sort of a girly guy in that I love cats, rainbows, sunsets, flowers, trees, and sex. But not sex with trees.
When he misbehaves, I’ll clap and then point at my cat, as if transmitting the sting of the slap towards him in punishment.
Schrödinger’s cat was a Siamese cat, must have been, because if it’s at once alive and dead, it’s a zombie, and the only zombie cats are Siamese cats.
When someone asks, Dogs or cats? I usually say, For what, dinner?
Cats are like mushrooms, only you'll rarely ever hear me scream, "Get off my pizza!" to a pack of mushrooms.
I killed a flea this morning. I may have been a bit overzealous, because I accidentally killed the cat too.
If I could change any one thing about me, I’d change you.
On a unicycle, my tire will tire before I do. I ride for charity. I’m trying to raise enough money to buy a bicycle.
Mannequin parts disassembled and discombobulated coming together for a good cause—to sell some clothes. That’s what charity is all about.
