I got an ant farm. Them fellas didn't grow sh*t.

You know that Pepperidge Farm bread, that stuff is fancy. That stuff is wrapped twice. You open it, and then still ain't open. That's why I don't buy it, I don't need another step between me and toast.

It's like an ant farm. You see some of the ants. But there are so many underneath.

Things come and go, but the Ant Farm is very much like Barbie or G.I. Joe or Hot Wheels that have managed to survive. The novelty was creating a whole world that you can see.

If I had nine of my fingers missing I wouldn't type any slower.

A severed foot is the perfect stocking stuffer.