Men Don't Get Cellulite. God Might Just

I Was A Vegetarian Until I Started Leaning Toward The Sunlight.

One Of My First Office Jobs Was Cleaning The Windows On Brown Envelopes.

The Closest I Ever Came To A Menage-a-trois Was When I Dated A Schizophrenic.

Cats Are A Waste Of Fur.

Envy The Kangaroo. That Pouch Setup Is Extraordinary; The Baby Crawls Out Of The Womb When It Is About Two Inches Long, Gets Into The Pouch, And Proceeds To Mature. I'd Have A Baby If It Would Develop In My Handbag.