I'm The Only Topless Octogenarian In Washington.

People In Washington Seem As Hypnotized By Precedence As Though They Were Hens With Their Beaks On A Chalk Line.

Never Trust A Man Who Combs His Hair Straight From His Left Armpit.

He Sprang From The Grass Roots Of The Country Clubs Of America.

He Looks As Though He's Been Weaned On A Pickle.

If You Don't Have Anything Nice To Say About Anyone..come Sit By Me.