My Dream Was Maybe Someday, One Night

The Brain Process That Results In A Joke Materializing Where No Joke Was Before Remains A Mystery. I'm Not Aware Of Any Scholarly, Scientific Or Neurological Studies On The Subject.

Every Time Someone Says, 'you Know, We Really Ought To Get Together,' If I Were Really Honest, I Would Ask 'why?'

I Have A Disturbing Problem With Losing Things. My Vulnerability To Loss-distress Could Properly Be Labeled Not Only Inordinate, But Neurotic.

I Am Always Shocked That There Are Still A Handful Of Defenders Of The Dubious Practice Of Abstinence, Surely The Worst Idea Since Chocolate-covered Ants.

I'm Not The Guy With The Enormous Comedy Nose Or The Big Feet Or The Bad Posture Or The Whatever; A Physical Comic Has Certain Things.