Were I but perfectly normal, I would just not be.

My imaginary pal up there, Mr. NOT, tells me it's my dog-damn ism to kick your illusory he-man's ass. Now, what do you say to that?

Remember, you are as dispensable as the most indispensable king of kings, the mighty lord of silly worldly men.

I love religious nuts. They make me remember I have them too. So, being a health nut, I scratch them religiously. Just as I do my butt.

Only one kind of species of animals bites the hand that feeds them - mankind.

Little people make tall claims. As being this-that avatar or messiah. Some even say they're God. Well, if they are, I'm their grand-pop.