The human race has been set up. Someone, somewhere, is playing a practical joke on us. Apparently, women need to feel loved to have sex. Men need to have sex to feel loved. How do we ever get started?

“So, have you heard about the oyster who went to a disco and pulled a mussel?”

Marriage is a wonderful invention: then again, so is a bicycle repair kit.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm a schizophrenic,
and so am I.

It was not a good weekend for us. We didn't get down the race track all weekend.

It's a real good marriage between these two teams to be able to go head-to-head the first race of the year. It's a barometer for us to find out where we're at, and we're a little bit better than what we thought we would be. I'm ecstatic. To me it's a win.