I Think Crime Pays. The Hours Are

Sex And Death. Two Things That Come But Once In My Lifetime, But At Least After Death You're Not Nauseous.

Honey, There's A Spider In Your Bathroom The Size Of A Buick.

Rather Than Live On In The Hearts And Minds Of My Fellow Man, I Would Rather Live On In My Apartment.

Dear Mom And Dad, Leave $50,000 In A Bag Under The Bridge On Decatur Street. If There Is No Bridge On Decatur Street, Please Build One.

What Is It About Death That Bothers Me? Probably The Hours.