APPLES TO APPLES!

Everywhere EXCEPT my right side. I suspect it has something to do with the boxing and my trainer repeatedly hitting me there when my guard disappears...

Humans.

Hey, That's Amore in Pasadena.

Cleaning.

If you were eating a banana on the moon, what would your phone number be?

Masturbating?

Eur-Asia.

A washing machine and a Federal Agent. I've succeeded in Federal Agent, so I'm still diligently working on washing machine.

I don't. I leave that to my friends, coworkers, family and the occasional stranger, cats, dogs and my car.

Oh, 2025 by far.

Whitey. He's yellow. I didn't name him.

Sir Fluffbutt McPoofyshirt the Eleventieth

I'm already a figment of someone's imagination.

Why can't I be both? Can I be rich and infamous? I think I'd like that more.

Mushroom risotto with lemon salmon and veggies.

Black. It's just what's in the wardrobe.

Ooh, I have a few. Particularly one I can't really identify...

I tend not to remember the bad advice. But, we used to wear an onion on your belt, because that was the fashion at the time...

Ninja pirates.