The older I get, the older old is

I don't suffer from stress. I'm a carrier

I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert

Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's hand grenades I throw

No guts, no glory, no brain, same story

Insanity is my only means of relaxation

I'm as confused as a termite in a yo-yo

When all else fails manipulate the data

I'm not getting older...I'm getting bitter

INSTANT HUMAN (Just Add Coffee)

Is it time for your medication or mine?

If we quit voting will they all go away?