I Live A Sensible Life. You Know,

In The Main, Ghosts Are Said To Be Forlorn And Generally Miserable, If Not Downright Depressed. The Jolly Ghost Is Rare.

Every Time Someone Says, 'you Know, We Really Ought To Get Together,' If I Were Really Honest, I Would Ask 'why?'

Obviously Those Who Burn To Be Professional Jesters Mean That They Want To Be Successful Comedians. And Those Are Always An Elite, Microscopic Portion Of The Population. But Oh, How They Try.

Every Time I Nostalgically Try To Regain My Liking Of John Mccain, He Reaches Into His Sleaze Bag And Pulls Out Something Malodorous.

In Relative Youth, We Assume We'll Remember Everything. Someone Should Urge The Young To Think Otherwise.