Everyone passes him by and he has a little plastic bag of his stuff behind him. Sort of a Homeless Elmo. Yet he keeps on smiling.

I’m considering bringing the Somali Pirate concept to North America.

I think that time is almost up for my Teletubby cover band.

I will do anything for love, but I won’t do that. I will, however, do it for money.

I like razzle, I like dazzle, I like razzmatazz.

I think the difference with my comedy is drinkability.

I have decided to live in Central Park when I’m homeless. Lots of shrubbery.

I am about to drop my new Christmas tune, “Al Qaeda, Please Don’t Blow Me Up…For The Holidays”.

I am heading over to the 99 Cent store to do some Christmas shopping.

I would love to stay and chat, but my helicopter is waiting.

The City That Never Sleeps, And As A Result, Can Keep On Breaking Balls.