You should be watching Curb your Enthusiasm.
I've never made a bad egg ommlette.
It's dangerous to pick a fight with a disgruntled postal worker.
I would like to visit the International Space Station.
I've tasted Smart Dogs. I'm wasn't smart enough to NOT buy them.
Admit it. You've watched The Learning Channel.
Worse case scenario: Being trapped in a burning building or being trapped in a building that's burning because of the wrath of Hell. I think it's the latter.
I think the sexiest outfit on a girl is their shoes. That and a cool hat.
Everybody remembers their first film. I don't.
People like to walk really fast in New York City. They really need to slow down.
I donated my internal clock to charity.
I've filled out my organ donor information on the back of my driver's license. I've donated by spleen, kidney and heart. Maybe not my heart, I might need that.
Do street bootleggers have union cards?
Why is it the yuppie woman walking her dog has no problem picking her dog's shit but is scared of germs on the subway?
Did you ever know that you're my anti-hero?
I've figured my computer was out of date the moment I bought it.
Yao Ming translates to big ass China man.
I'm addicted to coffee. But I hate caffeine.
15% is an adequate tip. People claim it's 20%. Send me the fuckin memo Sherlock.
Who invented the DVD? Can I meet this guy?
I like going into video stores and asking for movies that don't exist.
"Do you have "An indie flick"?
"I'm looking for Jungle Babes in Heat Part 3."
"Can you show me where "Video Store Guy: The Movie" is?
I just watched an episode of CKY where a dude took a shit while he was running at top speed. Thank goodness for dumb bored suburban white kids.
While I was sleeping I saw the back of my eyelids.
I have some funky hair. Emphasis on the funky.
I don't know what it is.
When I was a kid I played serious professional Nerf Basketball. I was an All Star 5 times.
Great team names for my fictional basketball league. New York Smoke. Boston Bombs. Philadelphia Fires. San Francisco Edge. St. Louis Buzz. Chicago Ants. Miami Rainbows.
I'm going to write a screenplay of my typical work day and write really clever dialogue. I will insist my co-workers read their lines exactly how I wrote them. If they refuse, they will be summarily removed from the cast.
I'm waiting to meet a female version of myself. I think we would really get along.
My friend's college roomate in college had a girlfriend who had overtly gigantic breasts. I nicknamed her "Bouncy Girl".
What is it with karaoke that makes people think they can sing?
Can I end this transmission?



