Though my skull is the size of a soup bowl, everything in the universe—and more—can fit inside my imagination. And guess what? My imagination tastes like chicken noodle soup.

“Tomorrow’s Pancake Friday, despite the fact that it’s Monday, and I don’t eat b…”

“She had a forehead like a dance floor. You should have seen the way the sun dan…”

“If you want to bend your mind, don’t use a crowbar.”

“I couldn’t believe she was half dressed. How dare she only be half naked in my …”