I don’t quite know how to respond to people who say that I dance like my genitals are on fire. I usually just blush and brush aside their flattery.

“I had a missed call. It’s probably the all you can eat buffet calling to say, “…”

“I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. No, I’ve been feeling like my clone.”

“A brick could be used as another brick, as they all look the same. So yes, I am…”

“Sounds have smells. Your father smells, and he’s noisy.”