I had to stop driving my car for a while... the tires got dizzy.

I hooked up my accelerator pedal in my car to my brake lights. I hit the gas, people behind me stop, and I'm gone.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.

You get used to it after a while. Working with him is like changing the tires on a moving car. You come in each morning without a clue as to what the day will bring. All you know is that the day will fly by and there will be screaming. It’s like having a picnic at the end of the runway at O’Hare.

I replaced the headlights in my car with strobe lights, so it looks like I'm the only one moving.