I like the taste of sunshine. If I were suicidal, you'd never be able to tell. I'm not though. I'd really like to see you try to put together a model of the Starship Enterprise while blindfolded and strapped to a speeding locomotive in Mexico. My dog wears panties.
Pizza comes from another dimension where the midgets rule the Earth and there is no color yellow.
A.M., P.M., F.M., Death. I think I'll go back to my cotton goat and make a bottle of winter for my pet broomstick, Peter, the giant toe fungus.