Never sit on a chicken

When life gives you lemons, make grape juice...then everyone will look at you funny and think to themselves, 'how did she do that?'

They were more like, 'How was it on the mountaintop?' and I'd sit down and tell 'em, ... 'Wow, you can't believe this! There was Clint Eastwood over there and this other person over there.' It was amazing to be able to come back and share that with cats who may be able to achieve it, too.

The chicken does not exist only in order to produce another egg. He may also exist to amuse himself, to praise God, and even to suggest ideas to a French dramatist.

I released an album then, and it didn't do anything. Everyone thought I was that funny dude.

Shepley stomped into the apartment and slammed the door behind him. “She’s fucking impossible!”
I kissed Travis on the cheek. “That’s my cue.”
“Good luck,” Travis said.
I slid in beside America, and she huffed. “He’s fucking impossible!