The Kind Of Doctor I Want Is

Satire Is What Closes On Saturday Night.

Lawyers-they Get Together All Day And Say To Each Other, "what Can We Postpone Next?" The Only Thing They Don't Postpone, Of Course, Is Their Bill, Which Arrives Regularly. You've Heard About The Man Who Got The Bill From His Lawyer Which Said, "for Crossing The Street To Speak To You And Discovering It Was Not You, Twelve Dollars."

You've Heard Of People Living In A Fool's Paradise? Well, Leonora Has A Duplex There.

I've Never Had Any Complaints Yet!

You Can't Fool Me. There Ain't No Sanity Clause!