I’m an artist. I’m a cave painter. Archaeologists and art critics of the future are going to call me a genius. They’re going to say I was so far ahead of my time that I was way behind my time.

“I’m a fancier. Not a pigeon fancier, but just fancier than you.”

“It’s my birthday, who could be calling me? Probably my clone, wondering why he …”

“A blanket could be used to show people the benefits of sleeping with a parachut…”

“I want to write the world’s worst cookbook, which I’ll title: “The World’s Wors…”