I think we should all be color blind. Or at least mouse blind.

One need not contemplate their own existence. Nor why I’m wearing a dress.

I think I’d eat zuchinni a lot more if it didn’t have that goofy name. Oh, and if it didn’t taste like poo.

What if Tigers looked like Butterflies?  Do you ever shut-up?

Instead of driving a car, I’d rather drive a hard bargain, or the point home. And make sweet love to the point.

If there was a guy named Funny who wasn’t very humorous, would he still be funny? Maybe if he got kicked in the crotch.

If there were no heaven, I think I’d eat a lot more cheetos.

Sometimes instead of saying “Hello,� don’t you just feel like saying “I’m Batman.�

One of these days, I’m finally going to track down that bastard who keeps taking an hour away from me in the spring.

One time I thought an empty billboard was selling the color white. So I called the number at the bottom of the billboard and asked, “Is this the white store?� and the guy said, “Excuse me, that’s Caucasian store.� I didn’t even know that was a color.