The Chili I Ate Made For An

God Is, To Me, Pretty Much A Myth Created Over Time To Deny The Idea That We're All Responsible For Our Own Actions.

The Chili I Ate Made For An Explosive Bathroom Experience. I Don't Know How To Put This Delicately, But I Missed The Toilet Entirely.

I Was Never Specifically Associated With A Part, I Didn't Have Tons Of Money, I Wasn't Conventionally Tall Or Handsome, So You Know The Things That Were Available To Me Were Hard Work And Perseverance.

There's Never A Surefire Good Career Move Except Doing Good Work.

There's No Greater Way To Gain An Audience's Sympathy Than By Being Unfortunate.