The Fact Of The Matter Is That

I’m About To Enter A National Ass-kicking Contest. With No Legs. And A Massive Ass.

The Fact Of The Matter Is That Everybody Treats Me Pretty Much As One Of The Boys, Which I Take As A Great Compliment

I Have No Agenda Except To Be Funny. Neither I Nor The Writers Profess To Offer Any Worldly Wisdom.

New York Is Nice, But I Don't Like It As Much As I Used To.

I'm Particularly Fortunate To Be In A Position Where I Can Bring My Child To Work And Be Able To Get Good Child Care. Not A Lot Of Women Have That.