Calgary Wins For My Coldest New Year's

I Don't Categorize Myself. I Don't Think I'm Perceived As A Female Act By My Audience. My Fans Include Just As Many Men As Women.

I Can Tell By Your Eye Shadow, You're From Brooklyn, Right? . . . Me Too. My Mother Has Plastic Covers On All The Furniture. Even The Poodle. Looked Like A Barking Hassock Walking Down The Street.

A Man Who Was Loved By 300 Woman Singled Me Out To Live With Him. Why? I Was The Only One Without A Cat.

Guys Wake Up At Your Place And They Expect Breakfast. They Don't Eat Bagels And M&m's In The Morning. They Want Things Like Toast. I Say, 'i Don't Have These Recipes.'

I’ve Thought For The Last Decade Or So, The Only Actual Place Raw Truth Was Seeping Through In Newspapers Was On The Comics Pages. They Were Able To Pull Off Intelligent Social Comment, Pure Truths Not Found Elsewhere In The News Pages, And Had The Ability To Make It All Funny, Entertaining, And Pertinent.