I don’t mean to say that I drink a lot of coffee, but Colombian farmers have a photo of me in their wallets.

My brain cells, skin cells and hair cells continue to die, but my fat cells seem to have an eternal life.

After having a week off, my boss returns to work today. Please respect my privacy during this difficult time.

Dogs are like chicken nuggets; every time I see one, I want it.

Nobody sighs louder than an unemployed, debt-free dog who spends at least 16 hours a day sleeping.

Naps are tricky. Either you wake up relaxed and refreshed, or you have a headache, a dry throat and no idea what year it is.

Meds have done more for me than any man ever could.

People said follow your dreams, so I went back to bed.

Today’s book recommendation: “The Art of Silence” by the famous Chinese philosopher Shut-Up.

Alexa, tell Roomba to get the spider.

My rock bottom keeps refreshing.

The first two drinks don’t count if you have social anxiety, they just turn you into a normal person.

Got banned from the sauna at my gym for saying “steam me up, Scotty” a few too many times.

The light at the end of the tunnel is only the headlight of the oncoming train.

I used to look for monsters under the bed. Today I know they are behind some people’s fake smiles.