I Refuse To Join Any Club That

My Plans Are Still In Embryo, A Town On The Edge Of Wishful Thinking.

The Secret Of Life Is Honesty And Fair Dealing. If You Can Fake That, You've Got It Made.

I Have A Mind To Join A Club And Beat You Over The Head With It.

I Write By Ear. I Tried Writing With The Typewriter, But I Found It Too Unwieldy

Whoever Named It Necking Was A Poor Judge Of Anatomy.