I can’t name just one example. Then there’s only one.
The fine line between genius and madness is a punch line. Duck, you idiot!
Spare the rod and spoil the Memorial Day rotisserie.
I hate feeling hate but feeling nothing feels worse.
My secret to maintaining a youthful appearance? Immaturity.
Nice days are more unsafe. There are more of them.
I finally decided what I want to be when I grow up – late.
Psych ward clocks, depressed, nudge like anxious calendars.
Ninety percent if life is fifty percent indecisive. The rest is confusing.