With my sunglasses on, I'm Jack Nicholson. Without them, I'm fat and 60.

With my sunglasses on, I'm Jack Nicholson. Without them, I'm fat and 60.

Well. . . That's quite a story.

Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he's carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also he's carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet. And also, you're drunk.

Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.

Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.