Oven chips are what happens if Aunt Bessie’s roast potatoes go on a diet. They’re AI chips.

I have an ancestor called Samson Samssonson so... this isn't that much a stretch for me

I’ve wanted to point that out for years, but I thought he might see it and think his whole life had been a lie.

Also, “let’s market our books to people who don’t like reading.”

Put it next to the elephant in the room.

I can't help it, Jamie, but I'm imagining a life-size camel.

Joke's on you because my computer is terrible.

At least I don't have a folder on my phone filled with pictures of Lord Frost.

Stop poisoning the discourse.

I know! Billy Fury used to come to our family parties. Completely went over my head.