It's starting to smell a little like danger in here... Or heavily fried food.
That's bizarre with a capital B.
I don't have little wings on my head like SOME people.
Must make it, must succeed, must be all that I can be!
There are many mysteries in this world, great and small. Like why do clowns make us laugh? Why do we love puppy dogs? And why do little blue midgets hit me with fish? See what I mean, mysteries abound.