If I look back I feel frightened, not happy, because my life is a bit of a mystery to me.
When I hit the bong I'm Godzilla takin' over Hong Kong Eatin' wonton with a shotgun in long johns.
It's a cold world, better pack your own heat.
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it. Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it.
I'm sautéing emcees with fried rice up in the wok without the MSG and chopped celery.
You know what make me laugh? Good, clean, honest humor. Not-trying-to-be-funny humor.
I scored 1. 1 on my SAT, And still push a whip with a right and left AC.
Nearly anything you need to get at the gym you can get naturally. A lot of training I do is running up hills, running up steps, just in the woods behind my house. Jumping on to things. All these things you can do anywhere, you don't have to go to the gym.
What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.
When a man ends up in the White House who boasts about not having a clue and who says that specialist knowledge is elite nonsense, then a critical point has been reached. Then you will have an obviously irresponsible man sitting in a position that requires the utmost degree of responsibility.
Two devils rose from the water, and flew off through the air, crying, 'Oh, oh, oh!' and turning one over another, in sportive mockery.