My Son Did Not Show Signs Of

I Was Too Old For A Paper Route, Too Young For Social Security And Too Tired For An Affair.

The Term 'working Mother' Is Redundant.

Everyone I Talked To Was A Recording-the Bank, The Elevator, Your Office, The School, A Wrong Number. You Used To Be Able To Call A Wrong Number And Get A Person.

I Have Paid As Much As $300 A Night To Throw Up Into A Sink Shaped Like A Seashell.

When Humor Goes, There Goes Civilization.