The Thing Is, The Reader Doesn't Want

In The Office, The Mail That Came In Was Always 10 To 1 For Me.

I'd Like A Glass Of Cold Gravy With A Hair In It, Please.

The Monkees Are Like The Mafia. You're In For Life. Nobody Gets Out.

Do You Fear Death? Do You Fear That Dark Abyss? All Your Deeds Laid Bare. All Your Sins Punished. I Can Offer You...an Escape.

It Used To Be 65 When You Went Into Retirement. Before That, When You Got Into Your 50s, You Were Getting Older.