A Hooker Once Told Me She Had

My Childhood Was Bad. No Father. Mother Was Greedy And Brought Me Up Awful - Never Made Me Breakfast Once. I Don't Want To Get Started. One Story Is Worse Than Another.

I Remember I Was So Depressed I Was Going To Jump Out A Window On The Tenth Floor; They Sent A Priest Up To Talk To Me And He Said, ' On Your Mark...'

I Went To A Fight The Other Night, And A Hockey Game Broke Out.

She Was So Fat That Her Clothes Are Made By Omar The Tent Maker.

When My Old Man Wanted Sex, My Mother Would Show Him A Picture Of Me.