Forget about being world famous, it's hard enough just getting the automatic doors at the supermarket to acknowledge our existence.

You pretend to be more eccentric than you actually are because you fear you are an interchangeable cog.

I know it's not cat food, but what exactly is it that they put inside of tinned ravioli?

There's nothing cure or funny or lovable about being cheap. It's a total turn-off.

In the future, torture will once again become the recreational sport of the rich.