Is the internet a concept about society, or a physical network?

A male has a "testicle containment apparatus" (TCA).

I'd much rather endure physical pain than emotional pain.

I've heard many people call the combination of lunch and dinner "linner", but I've never heard anyone use the term "dunch" to refer to this phenomenom.

I Don't Know Shit

I've learned not to pass judgement on an overweight person.  I have a slim appearance, but it takes an enormous amount of effort to maintain that appearance.  I constantly must stop myself from eating a lot of dessert.  I kind of know how powerful the temptation is.  Recently, when I see an overweight person, I don't take offense to his or her bad appearance.  I think of all the tough work that person has to do, or all of the tough work that person might fruitlessly be doing, to lose the extra weight.  I don't really know how that person gained that weight, but I do know it takes A LOT of discipline to lose that weight.

"There's sometimes a buggy. How many drivers does a buggy have?"

Fluffin Butt

Fluffin has developed this new habit of climbing into my butt.  I'll just be sitting at my dinner table eating a hamburger, and Fluffin will find her way into my anus and crawl her way up into my colon.  It's very hard to pry her out of my butt when she does this, and it's very painful.

heaven = you have sex with Kate Upton while you have a "Sonic" tater tot in you mouth

A man's attitude goes some ways...

Don't forget about the froyo.

I don't want my drink obsession to upset anyone.

It's funny. I'll just have a normal conversation with my mom, and, "out of the corner of my eye", I'll see Fluffin cruising around on her jetpack. She loves her jetpack.

As I waited in the van outside of my therapy, I was apalled by all of the grossly over-weight people I saw leaving the next-door suite.

I want to find out the seasoning that "Sonic" sprinkles on all of their products to make all of their products taste phenomenal.

I appreciate the "Nut-bag Cleansing Ritual".

I now can't figure out which realization upset me more: realizing "Santa Claus" doesn't physically exist, or realizing "professional wrestling" is "staged".

I highly recommend you watch "Air Bud". "Air Bud" might be my favorite film of all time.

I don't wear "rose-colored glasses". I generally smile because I prefer to be happy, and not to be sad like too many people.

Many events over the past few years have given me a good reason to become a constantly pissed-off person, but for some reason I feel happier than I've ever felt. I don't think "happy-drugs" can account for all of the happiness. I think forming new relationships, and cultivating existing relationships into thriving friendships both account for at least a portion of my happiness.

Antonio's is closer to here than here is.