I Came From An Italian House. The

Sex After One Child Shows Down. After Twins... Ooh... I'll Tell You What It Is For Us. I'll Share It With You. Every Three Months. We Don't Plan It That Way. That's Just How It Works Out. It's The Weirdest Thing. You Know What I Do? Every Time I Have Sex, The Next Day I Pay My Estimated Tax. My Quarterlies Are Due. If It's Oral Sex, I Renew My Driver's License.

I Do Still Get Intimidated By Certain Things.

Mike Royce And I Have Always Had Success Writing What We Know. What We Know Now Is That We're Middle-aged, Neurotic And Fat.

If I Have Sex, I Know My Quarterly Estimated Taxes Must Be Due. And If It's Oral Sex, I Know It's Time To Renew My Driver's License.

That's The One Thing I Have Over Any Twenty-one-year-old: A Proud History Of Accumulated Neuroses. That's The Game In Which I'm Da Man.