When inspiration does not come to me, I go halfway to meet it.
Finally it's Friday and I can go out. I'm putting the garbage out and I'll be right back.
Two fleas are coming out of a bar when one asks the other 'Do we take a dog or do we walk home?'
I don't have the time or crayons to explain myself to you.
I'm not crazy, my unicorn just needs a tuneup.
After a while, I eventually fell in love and there was nobody to pick me up.
I am so broke, I can't even afford to fill up my bicycle.
