I Giggled Out Loud At His Stupidity.

We Can't Profess Love Without Talking Through Hand Puppets.

He's As Nutty As A Vegan T-bone.

It's Safe To Assume That By 2085 Guns Will Be Sold In Vending Machines But You Won't Be Able To Smoke Anywhere In America.

As Bad A Dresser As I Am, Anything Beats Being Judged By My Character.

I'm Not A Reporter But The 'new Yorker' Treats Everyone Like A Reporter.