We say stupid stuff -- 'He looks down his nose at me.' Well, of course, we all look down our nose. If he could look up his nose at you, either he'd be a freak or you'd be a booger.
Last weekend I went to go see my little niece's tap dance recital. I got thrown out. Alright -- so maybe I shouldn't have stuffed those dollar bills in her unitard, but she was good!
You know who I hate when I fly? The rich people in first class, because they get to board the plane first, and then, we have to perform our little poverty parade past them.
We don't call anything what it is anymore. In college, I was a partier. All my friends used to say, 'Cotter, you're a partier.' Now, I'm a problem drinker. When did that happen?
I love the homeless people, is that so wrong? That's what we call them now -- the homeless. When I was a kid, what did we call them? Bums and hobos and tramps, but that wasn't sensitive enough, was it? So now they're the homeless and, next year,...