Mr. Twit Was A Twit. He Was

If I Had My Way, I'd Remove January From The Calendar Altogether And Have An Extra July Instead.

Words," He Said, "is Oh Such A Twitch-tickling Problem To Me All My Life.

Mr. Twit Was A Twit. He Was Born A Twit. And, Now At The Age Of Sixty, He Was A Bigger Twit Than Ever.

Do You Know What Breakfast Cereal Is Made Of? It's Made Of All Those Little Curly Wooden Shavings You Find In Pencil Sharpeners!

Writing Is Mainly Perspiration, Not Inspiration.