I figure if it comes out of my body, I need to put it back.

If I keep throwing things away, soon I won’t have anything left.

That’s what I figure.

I dipped my finger in brain juice and wrote on the wall.

You can’t read it. It’s in code.

Only me and Bob know what it means.

Bob’s my friend. He comes over to play sometimes when no one else is home.

I replaced the headlights on my car with strobe lights. Now the white lines on the highway are standing still.

I’ll never get another speeding ticket.

You cannot walk all over someone and keep them from looking up your dress at the same time.

Her children are grown.
Her husband is crazy.
Now, she has to do it all by herself.