What do you own in a condo...

A rectangular space in space? The floor? The residents below you's ceiling? Property is a myth.

Always wondered if Bernard Shaw didn't write all those plays..

to get chicks...

language is a code...

with a second code underneath...

"ain't no use in turning on your light...

a light i never node..."

where you going to find...

a pussy like that...

the cat won't stop whining...

and Putin polishes the urn

I wish I had a dollar for everytime...

I heard that.