Base Eight Is Just Like Base Ten

The Audiences Like To Think That Satire Is Doing Something. But, In Fact, It Is Mostly To Leave Themselves Satisfied. Satisfied Rather Than Angry, Which Is What They Should Be.

I Ache For The Touch Of Your Lips Dear, But Much More For The Touch Of Your Whips Dear.

Oh, The Protestants Hate The Catholics/ And The Catholics Hate The Protestants/ And The Hindus Hate The Muslims/ And Everybody Hates The Jews.

Soon We'll Be Out Amid The Cold World's Strife. Soon We'll Be Sliding Down The Razor Blade Of Life. But As We Go Our Sordid Sep'rate Ways, We Shall Ne'er Forget Thee, Thou Golden College Days. Hearts Full Of Youth, Hearts Full Of Truth, Six Parts Gin To One Part Vermouth.

For There Is Surely Nothing More Beautiful In This World Than The Sight Of A Lone Man Facing Single-handedly A Half A Ton Of Angry Pot Roast!