My stomach is my locker. Let me store your lunch for you. You’ll get it back, it’ll just be squishy, brown, and smelly.

“Courage is a commodity I sell in times of peace. But then my father was a chick…”

“Pepperoni looks so much like nipples that I can’t eat pizza without getting hor…”

“I lit my loneliness on fire like it was a cigarette. But I didn’t smoke it, bec…”

“I want to mail my mailman something. He always brings me mail, yet I never give…”