Self-control is a divided battle in one body. The “self” produces desires that “you” must battle with and kick off. Two wrestlers in one body. Just imagine. It’s difficult, though rewarding!

Love is like trying to wrestle an albino. It’s tough because they’re slippery and all lubed up with sunscreen.

The way I wrestle five-year-olds makes me think if I were ever attacked by a pack of midgets, I’d be OK.