I Did Auditions At A Club Called

The Truth Is Libraries Are Raucous Clubhouses For Free Speech, Controversy And Community.

Speaking Of Happy Successes, After Years Of Struggling To Lose Those Few Extra Pounds Every Mother Puts On During Adoption, Particularly When The Doctor Orders Bed Rest, In 2004 I Sent My Assistant To The Gap In Dark Glasses With A Fake Id To Purchase My First Pair Of Easy Fit Jeans.

I Don't Have A Bank Account Because I Don't Know My Mother's Maiden Name.

It Is My Wish To Die Of Unique Causes, Perhaps In A High-speed Tricycle Crash, A Bizarre Stapling Incient, Or As A Result Of Inadvertently Sucking My Brains Out Through My Ear While Trying To Untwist The Vacuum Hose.

I Have Short-term Memory Loss, Though I'd Like To Think Of It As Persidential Eligibility.