I used pleading insanity as a threat, and now I employ it as a party favor. (The Communist party is the one that most enjoys it.)

“My chameleon fingertips feel sticky, furry, rough, or any number of things, dep…”

“I’m stronger than a pack of crackers and a pack of midgets, but not the PAC 12.…”

“I type as fast as a ten-legged man who just had eight legs chopped off runs.”

“I got my spring cleaning done early this year. I did it over the summer.”