A Quote by Jesse Ventura

I love fat people. Every fat person says it's not their fault, that they have gland trouble. You know which gland? The saliva gland. — © Jesse Ventura
I love fat people. Every fat person says it's not their fault, that they have gland trouble. You know which gland? The saliva gland.
My tumour is a benign pituitary tumour, in the pituitary gland - which is the main hormone centre of the body. It's in the centre of the brain. (Fun fact, [Rene] Descartes thought our consciousness was to be found in the pituitary gland.) And the thing is, there aren't really many symptoms that show until it's too late.
Every organ, gland and cell in the body is affected by the condition of the colon.
My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre and that I am therefore excused from saving universes.
Great rationalizations. All of which her adrenal gland middle-fingered and then carried right on.
Personality is the gland of creativity.
I wanna hold your gland.
When you’re in love, your brain secretes endorphins into your blood. Organic morphine leaks out of a gland in your skull, feels like a low-grade opium rush. Some people confuse the two, the head rush and the love. You think you’re in love with a person, but you’re in love with a syringe.
There is a little gland in the brain in which the soul exercises its functions in a more particular way than in the other parts.
New York, the nation's thyroid gland.
A novel is like a gland pill - it nips off the cream of my hysterics and gets them running on track in a book where they belong instead of rioting all over my person.
Whoever said the soul and the body met in the pineal gland was a fool. It's the asshole, stupid.
I was diagnosed with Graves' disease, an illness of the thyroid gland. Instead of surgery, I was given radiation treatment.
The theory of the lung as a gland has justified its existence and done excellent service in bringing forward facts, which shall survive any theoretical construction that has been or may hereafter be put upon them.
If you were to open up a baby's head - and I am not for a moment suggesting that you should - you would find nothing but an enormous drool gland.
My wife comes from a foodie family so I've been indoctrinated into that. I had sweetbreads the other night, and I have to say, not my favorite thing in the world You're eating a gland.
How, without clothes, could we possess the master organ, soul's seat and true pineal gland of the body social--I mean a purse?
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