>I’m too fat to sit upright.
Depression is watching reruns of Mama’s Family.
If you make me hate one of my favorite songs, then you can’t sing.
I’m so poor; I have to buy cheese on sale.
It’s his sad cry for an assistant, “I’m a man someone send me help!”
I had lunch at Panda Express and found a boiled weevil that had burrowed into my rice. That was two days ago and I still haven’t gotten my appetite back.