Never Shoot Up In The Air When

That’s One Of The Nice Things About Writing, Or Any Art; If The Thing’s Real, It Just Lives.

See, I Never Gain An Ounce, Because, You Know, My Anxiety Acts Like Aerobics.

You Know, It's One Thing About Intellectuals, They Prove That You Can Be Absolutely Brilliant And Have No Idea What's Going On.

A "bay Area Bisexual" Told Me I Didn't Quite Coincide With Either Of Her Desires.

Dying Is Like Making Love, Except You Don't Get Naseous Afterwards.