If a building were shaped like a body, I’d imagine you’d exit out the rear.

“One day I’ll have my appointment with death, and every day I call out to God to…”

“I want to write a song based on my own childbirth. Of course, this is all a bit…”

“I don’t know the man standing next to me in the mirror. He looks like me, so is…”

“I want to scrape earwax out of your ears like the last of the chunky peanut but…”