It's an unfortunate reality of life that toxins are constantly building up in our bodies.

With a few exceptions, birds are not to be trusted; it is not normal to have such soft, vulnerable bodies bookended with slashing beaks and razor-sharp claws. It is as unnatural as an armed marshmallow.

It certainly was unusual growing up with two fairly well-known pastors as my parents.

I grew up in a home where reading was a big deal.

I spent the first 22 years of my life absorbing everything, like a big disgusting cell, and now I'm disgorging it with jokes added out into the world. That's a really gross metaphor.

A lot of my creative energy is spent coming up with a concept that, once I get it, I feel like it writes itself.