When i fly, i like to be the scariest looking person on the plane. This has nothing to do with terrorism, that's not even an issue. When i say scary, i'm not talking about someone who looks Middle Eastern or any bullshit like that. I'm talking about fucking crazy looking people. I'm a thousand times more scared of some drunken mental defective - who has one or ten too many little bottles of vodka in him - turning into Likes-To-Fight-Guy & then deciding he's going to throw down with the pilot - like, RIGHT NOW - then i am of any would-be terrorist.
Never trust a couple that met at a public hanging... or a pie-eating contest. Especially if they're Canadian.
Just because a person has a big nose, it doesn't necessarily mean they have big nostrils. But very rarely is there a person with big nostrils that doesn't have a big nose.
There is absolutely no reason to throw away a perfectly good pair of socks. I mean, never... ever.
Sometimes you just have to look at the clock and go, "Yeah, i guess that's right."
I like it when people ask, "Am I crazy?" It's a good question, to be honest.
I recently caught a commercial on TV for a video game called NBA - The Life 2. Apparently it's about being a basketball player, both on & off the court. And who is on the cover? Kobe Bryant. Which makes me wonder - does the game include you cheating on your wife by fucking some worthless whore in the ass in a hotel room & then her accusing you of rape?
If i was stranded on a desert island & i could only have one person, one book & one record with me, i'd probably die of exposure.
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