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.
Pete Rose’s last name is so sweet, he can’t be a cheater. But a cheat by any other name would smell just as sweet.
Maybe is the lovechild of No and Yes. We should make love. I’ll be the No, you’ll be the Yes, and maybe I won’t call the cops but will call you again sometime.
In Jacksonville, there are more childrenless children than fatherless children. Barely. But that’s one bad thing that’s actually a good thing.
He was an introverted kid, so I didn’t send him to his room as punishment. No, I took him to a party.
When I was a kid, I was just a boy. But that all changed by my 18th birthday. No longer a kid, I was a full-fledged goat.
The best part about having children is being able to point at them and proudly proclaim, "Hey, I made those.
Her message was short: “Any kids?” So I wrote, “Sure. But it might take me a few tries to get you pregnant.
I talked to a mother of nine last night, and I thought, “Nine is nine years too young to be a mother.
