Sorry, I misunderstood. Unfuck you.

I'm wearing my heart in my chest again. The sleeve idea was dangerous and stupid.

Now, this particular city we built on polka.

It turns out there's an easier way to make waffles than stepping on pancakes with boots.

I wish a clusterfuck was as much fun as it sounds.

Where have you been all my life and how soon can you go back there?

Sir, this is a serious auction. Please stop bidding “adieu” on everything.

Let's throw caution to the winds and then frantically scramble to retrieve it.

Can't we just put an "i" in "team" so we don't have to hear about it again?

We should be more positive and rename it Up Syndrome.

I asked for a "coff of cuppee" by mistake at the diner, and everyone laughed. I laughed, too, and then I shot up the place.

I could see in the spider’s eyes that he understood the irony of getting caught in flypaper.

No matter how much crickets enjoy your act, you always feel like you’re bombing.

And with the fixed smile of a ballerina I listen to the tale of your tattoo.

Life is too short to be a basketball player.

Asking for a friend. Any friend.

Stop being attractive, people who will never find me attractive.

I'd like to sleepwalk. There's no way I'm going to exercise while I'm awake.

With a heavy heart and jerky body movements, I'm starting to accept that the rhythm will probably never get me.

If you love something be more specific.