I want to be so excited that I can’t contain myself in anything besides Tupperware. I never feel so emotionally fresh as I do after long periods of detainment in a Tupperware container.

I want to shoot to the top of the Bestsellers list, but first I need to buy a scope.

I want to start a religion called Marshmallowism, that teaches you to carry marshmallows on you at all times, in case you die suddenly and are destined to burn in hell.