My father was swallowed alive by his own anus. It was a terrible way to go.
I'm just happy our nations are on the same page of keeping shitty reality TV on the air. Small world!
Everybody's trying to leave their mark on the world. That's why there's graffiti and babies.
No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of me.
He resisted for a while and there were some legal boundaries, you know, keeping me from being near him or his family, but in the end, love overcame. And I got what I wanted. I always get what I want.
Most of the people I know in comedy are not weird or messed up.
I think I've always had a disconnect from what I'm supposed to be like.
When I started my last business, I didn't receive a paycheck for 13 months. The average person can't handle that pressure.
You can't win all the contests and then lose at one contest and say, 'Why am I not winning this contest as well?' It's random. So truthfully, again, do I wish it weren't me? Absolutely. I still can't make that logistic jump to thinking there's a reason why it shouldn't be me.
Why do you have to choose what type of woman you are? Why do you have to label yourself anything?
Do you know anything on earth which has not a dangerous side if it is mishandled and exaggerated?