I Was My Own Buddy In Camp.

My Parents Hated Me. All I Ever Heard Was, "why Can't You Be Like Your Cousin Shelia? Why Can't You Be Like Your Cousin Shelia?" Shelia Had Died At Birth.

Forty For You, Sixty For Me. And Equal Partners We Will Be.

Comedy Is A Very Rough Beat. It's No Holds Barred, As It Should Be.

I Have No Sex Appeal And It Has Screwed Me Up For Life; My Gynecologist Examines Me By Telephone.

No Man Will Ever Put His Hand Up Your Dress Looking For A Library Card.