I Have To Confess Here That I

Happiness To Me Is Simply Not Being Unhappy.

I Am Cursed With A Right Leg That Arouses The Desire Of Any Male Dog That Happens To Be Passing. I Used To Think That This Only Happened To Me But I've Discovered That Many People Have The Same Problem. They Have A Femme Fatale Limb.

Having Signed A Few Autographs In My Time, I Always Wonder What The Heck People Do With Them.

I Have To Confess Here That I Am A Useless Cook.

There Is No Way In My Right Mind I Would Contemplate Running 26 Miles-plus Unless It Involved A Chase With Pamela Anderson.