My Sisters Said, Why Do You Make

The Dining Room In My Old House Was Truly Magnificent, But By Far The Worst Room For Conversation. I'd Get Up From The Table, A Very Long Table, And Somebody Would Always Say, Paul, I Never Got To Talk To You.

I Have An Ulcer. It Has An Iq Of 185.

I Don't Know Who The Hell Paul Lynde Is, Or Why He's Funny, And I Prefer It To Be A Mystery To Me.

A Closet Full Of Wire Hangers Can Be The Most Dangerous Place In The World.

I'm Used To Living Alone, And I Like It That Way. You Become So Selfish Living Alone...i'd Make A Terrible Husband Anyway.