Respect doesn’t have to be shiny. It just needs to be wearable. Would you be so kind as to hold my jockstrap while I stir your hot coffee?
Sleeping in a tinfoil suit keeps me warmer and helps prepare me for my voyage to the moon. Would you care for some licorice?
I once got 7th place in a swim meet. Being top 8 is an accomplishment, especially when you consider that including me, there were seven competitors.
I went on a date last night and things went well. If you must know, I got lucky. I found a four-leaf clover.
The name’s David Davidson, and I am not my own son. I’m also not my own father, if you were wondering.
I went to a football game once and got punched in the face, but you couldn’t tell because I was already sitting in the nosebleed section.
I have a beard of fog that I wear on misty mornings. It’s not cigarette smoke, but I’d understand if you wanted to shave it off and inhale it.
My skull is soundproof. And thank God too, or else you’d be able to hear all the horrible things I’m thinking about you.
Some people say—not to my face, mind you—that I’m a cowardly son of a bitch. And that is simply not true. My mom is not a bitch.
I decided not to charge you with murder, because that would require me filling out lots of paperwork. So you’re free to go.
All my writing is translated from Gibberish directly into Nonsense. So if my writing offends you, then don’t blame me—blame the translator.
I’m wearing shoes made of sea foam, and I am here to seduce the elderly. If you brought the geriatrics, then I brought the jellyfish.
He’s got the curly Irish hair. You can’t eat him because he might be your father, and you’ll spoil your dinner.
I won’t bring you a single rose to be romantic, but I will point out that our relationship itself is the rose, and it’s our goal to see that it blossoms.
I don’t think I’d come off well on TV. But if you ever see me on, my advice is to add more bleach and keep scrubbing the screen.
It’s good if you think bad thoughts, because at least you’re thinking. That’s more than most people do.
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Astley comes to my side. "Are you well?" "No," I tell him, voice hoarse. "I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know...I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again”.