Alright, here's a couple starters....I love an anorexic, cuase she's a really cheap date...belimics, however...ungrateful (I know mean...it's just a joke)
If you can see the writing on the wall.....you're in the ghetto, turn around, go the other way
I had an imaginary friend growing up, I called him Dad.
I wonder if child terrorists go trick or treating dressed as firecrackers...