And Stop Pointing That Beard At Me,

Bel Air, I Am Convinced, Was Laid Out By Some Diabolic Sadist Who Deliberately Decided Not To Use A Compass Or A Surveyor.

I Intend To Live Forever, Or Die Trying.

Two Women At A Resort Discussed Dinner: "the Food Here Is Lousy," The First Noted. "you're Right! And Such Small Portions!!" The Second Added

No, Groucho Is Not My Real Name. I Am Breaking It In For A Friend.

I Was Married By A Judge. I Should Have Asked For A Jury.