I'm Eighteen Years Behind In My Ironing.

My Sister Was So Promiscuous She Broke Her Ankle In The Glove Compartment Of A Car.

I Spent Seven Hours In A Beauty Shop... And That Was For The Estimate.

I Got My First Laugh When My Mother Entered Me In A Baby Contest.

When I Go To The Beauty Parlor, I Always Use The Emergency Entrance. Sometimes I Just Go For An Estimate.

Comedy Is Tragedy Revisited Or Hostility. It Is Mock Hostility, Of Course, Or It Would Be Ugly; We Would Have A War.