“I ran over some dog poop on my drive home last night. But I didn’t feel bad, because I didn’t vote for that particular politician.”
“Last night as I was driving home, I ran over a guy in a wheelchair. But it’s OK—he was already paralyzed.”
“I ran over a dog last night on my way home, and then I wondered what my wife had made for dinner. The two events are disappointingly not connected. Ah, but that’s life, no?”
“My OCD governs my actions like a governor, but I didn’t vote for it. No, I voted for Dora J. Arod.”
“My problem wasn’t that he was a vamp, or that he was gay. I didn’t like him because he was a politician.”
“I don't think twice about picking up my dog's poop, but if another dog's poop is next to it, I think, 'Eww, dog poop!”