...there's some sad things know to man/ but there aint too much sadder than/ tears of a clown....
A magician, a mime, and a clown walk into a bar.
(Slowly, Ellen reaches under the counter for her shotgun...)
He complains that his nickname is unoriginal. I wonder if "Sporkman" is preferable.
Marcuslorus looks swell, and it's sweet to see him. He's wearing "product."
I ran into a woman who was my bosom friend in elementary school. I haven't seen her since junior high. She wears the same hairstyle she did then.
Today, I officially have no more babies. My youngest is six, and we are going for the first of her body modifications, pierced ears. Yesterday, she asked when she could get a tattoo.
Me first, baby. Me first.