Stop The Planet. I Want To Get

I Took All Of My Rejection Letters - There Must Have Been Thousands Of Them In A Huge Box - And I Went Out On The Curb And Burned Them All, Crying.

I Am Not Menopausal. I Just Wanted Half An Hour Alone. Is That Too Much To Ask? A Crappy Half Hour!

He Squinted At Me. "what Are You Wearing? Is That Some New Form Of Birth Control?

I Received Rejection Letters For Ten Years (one On A Napkin, Written In Crayon.) I Had All My Rejection Notices Stored In A Box. When The Box Was Finally Full I Took It To The Curb And Set It On Fire. The Next Day I Went Out And Got A Temp Job.

I Know What You're Thinking," Grandma Said Into The Silence. "do I Have Anymore Bullets In This Here Gun? Well, With All The Confusion, What With Being Locked Up In A Refrigerator, I Plumb Forgot What Was In Here To Start With. But Being That This Is A 45 Magnum, The Most Powerful Handgun In Existence, And It Could Blow Your Head Clean Off, You Just Got To Ask Yourself One Question. Do You Feel Lucky Today? Well, Do You, Punk?" Christ," Spiro Whispered. "she Thinks She's F**king Clint Eastwood.