I haven't stopped looking for the good in people. I've just accepted the fact that I'm not always going to find it.
Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.
One should never give up on hope. Unless that's the name of the girl who cheated on you in which case, yeah, give her up.
When Chuck Norris calls 911 it's to ask if everything is ok.
Chuck Norris can divide by zero.
Little people make tall claims. As being this-that avatar or messiah. Some even say they're God. Well, if they are, I'm their grand-pop.
Chuck Norris can unscramble an egg.
Chuck Norris will never have a heart attack. His heart isn't nearly foolish enough to attack him.
I'm joking when I say I'm the grand-pop of those claiming to be an avatar-messiah or god. But if they're serious, then, I am who I am.
For some, the left testicle is larger than the right one. For Chuck Norris, each testicle is larger than the other one.
The look in his eyes turned a little wild. That's the only reason I'm letting you go. If I had any choice--You do, she said Wed can all sit here and let him die. Or you can let Eve go on her wild-ass...