We seem to have set up some very arcane rules as to when it is actually OK to applaud.
I got rabies shots for biting the head off a bat but that's OK - the bat had to get Ozzy shots.
I calculate that I took 20,000 punches, but I earned millions and kept a lot of it. I may talk slow, but my mind is OK.
I've been in 30 car crashes, none of 'em my fault, I swear on a stack of midgets... OK, they were probably all my fault.
It's OK to have a little bit of curve.
OK, so what's the speed of dark?
As long as I'm learning something, I figure I'm OK - it's a decent day.
Artists are very young, and say, Um, ok, to these industry dudes.
You enter strong and you exit strong, and you're going to be OK.
It is not OK for anyone to be obese. There needs to be a cultural shift.
It's OK to be outspoken about your faith.
There is a role that Muslims in the public eye play: to reassure people that we are OK.
OK, boss, I don't mind shuffling, but I won't scratch my head.
Don't reject a shoe because you can't run in it. It's OK not to run.
