I Sweet Potato What I Sweet Potato.

Life Is Like A Stew, You Have To Stir It Frequently, Or All The Scum Rises To The Top.

A Child's Mind Is Its Living Room; It's Is Going To Be Residing There For The Rest Of Its Earthly Existence.

When They Tell You To Grow Up, They Mean Stop Growing.

I Don't Want To Give The Impression That I Hold Daily Conversations With My Household Appliances, Although My Toaster Is As Old As Drew Barrymore And Almost As Talented.

There Is A Comfort In Conformity, A Security In Control, That Is Appealing. There Is A Thrill In Domination, And We Are All Secretly Attracted To Violence.