Quilty is not a word.

I believe my brother-in-law looks like Matt Damon.

Pet hair smothers my freedom to wear black. Would I love a hairless cat as much as a fluffy, furry one? Am I a breedist if I harbor negative thoughts about a certain breed of animal population?

I thought the Last Comic Standing was kind of cute.

It takes a certain amount of intelligence and quick-wit to succeed as a comedian. I lack that certain amount of intelligence and quick-wittedness. But then I have no desire to comic it up.

I watched men’s gymnastics and thought I could mimic the floor trick where they lift themselves on their hands from a seated position. I either misjudged the difficulty of this exercise or confused my strength level with that of the hulk’s.

Lou Ferrigno plays himself on The King of Queens.

I saw a bumper sticker today which read “Somewhere in Texas a village is missing its idiot.”

Crazy Pat, quilty is not a word.