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When one door closes and another door opens, you are
probably in prison.
When I say, "The other day," I could be referring to any time between
yesterday and 15 years ago.
Interviewer: "So, tell me about yourself."
Me: "I'd rather not. I kinda want this job."
Cop: "Please step out of the car"
Me: "I'm too drunk. You get in."
I remember being able to get up without making sound effects.
I had my patience tested. I'm negative.
Remember, if you lose a sock in the dryer, it comes back as a
Tupperware lid that doesn't fit any of your containers.
If you're sitting in public and a stranger takes the seat next to you,
just stare straight ahead and say "Did you bring the money?"
Age 60 might be the new 40, but 9:00 is the new midnight.
I finally got eight hours of sleep. It took me three days, but whatever.
I run like the winded.
I hate when a couple argues in public, and I missed the beginning and
don't know whose side I'm on.
When someone asks what I did over the weekend, I squint and ask,
"Why,
what did you hear?"
I don't remember much from last night, but the fact that I needed
sunglasses to open the fridge this morning tells me it was awesome.
When you do squats, are your knees supposed to sound like a goat
chewing on an aluminum can stuffed with celery?
I don't mean to interrupt people. I just randomly remember things and
get really excited.
When I ask for directions, please don't use words like "east."
It's the start of a brand new day, and I'm off like a herd of turtles.
Don't bother walking a mile in my shoes. That would be boring. Spend 30
seconds in my head. That'll freak you right out.
That moment when you walk into a spider web suddenly turns you into a
karate master.
Sometimes, someone unexpected comes into your life outta nowhere, makes
your heart race, and changes you forever. We call those people cops.
The older I get, the earlier it gets late.
My luck is like a bald guy who just won a comb.
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