Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.
The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.
I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.
Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants
I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.
What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.
I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
No, my powers can only be used for good.
How about never? Is never good for you?
I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me.
You sound reasonable . . . . Time to up my medication.
I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message . . . .
You're so open minded that your brains are falling out.
At least I have a positive attitude about my destructive habits.
You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
Someday, we'll look back on this, laugh nervously and change the subject.
I'm sure everyone will give your opinions the consideration they deserve...once we find a printer that will handle soft, absorbent paper.
You have the wisdom of King Solomon's pet horse, Herman.
They offer counseling for people like you...
We used to make jokes about plates of food that looked like you.
Don't you have a home to go to?
Ahhhh, so you're the sort of person people emigrate to avoid.
I'd heard about people like you but I've never seen one before.
Go put yourself out of my misery.