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Monthly Archives: May 2009

It’ll be a cold day in Los Angeles before I move back.

Future generations are an accident waiting to happen.

Metaphors are a doorway made from language leading out.

It used to be that people weeded their gardens. Now they garden their weed.

Ironically, a lot of people have trouble recalling the specific reason for memorial day.

Never play jump rope with your cat, when the tail comes off it’s a awful mess.

You never know how much someone cares until you see how badly you can hurt them.

A woman once said, “Let’s make love until the break of dawn,” to which I replied, “Well then we better not get started until 4:45 am.”

A psychiatrist can more reliably validate parking rather than self esteem.

If you play a corporate comedy album backwards you can hear the comic’s dreams dying in reverse.

The golden rule of writing is “speak to your audience” which explains the overwhelming popularity of books for dummies.

Dead men tell no tales, but old men really pick up the slack in that department.

A coward dies a thousand deaths, a brave man dies but once but far more horribly.

The other day I saw a fireman- excuse me, a fire person. And it had a mustache.

The 1960′s profoundly changed the way revolution is bought, sold and worn around at parties.

They say even a broken clock is right twice a day but not if that clock is on military time.

Seize the day and don’t agree to a release until all of your demands are met.

It’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how hard you fucked his wife.

Smoking is saying to your lungs, “I wish you came in black.”

Everyone talks about how good Magic Johnson looks, but I’ll bet he still has a bit of trouble getting laid.