Backing yourself into a corner is a terrible strategy, in that it leaves you nowhere to run. But it’s brilliant in that it brings out the fierce in you, because you are forced to fight.


“I love like an albino. But I don’t want to get sunburned, so would you please p…”

“Maybe I could hear better if my ears weren’t flipped inside out. Unlike a cat’s…”

“He’s not my son, but his last name is Myson. Same spelling, big difference.”

“I’m interested in women as a whole, not simply as three holes.”