I Wanted To Be A Jockey.

Justin Bieber Stole My Haircut. And Axl Rose Stole My Dance!

Once You're In, You're In. It's Like The Mafia. Once A Monkee, Always A Monkee.

I Know A Lot Of People In The Retirement Village That I Have A House In In Florida That Are On The Internet And Are Reading The Paper On The Internet, And They're Communicating On The Internet.

The Thing Is, The Reader Doesn't Want To Hear About Bad Times.

People Always Expect You To Be Jumping Out Of A Rolls Royce And Being In The Papers For Drunk And Disorderly Or Sleeping Around.