We Have Two Kinds Of Air: Regular

Last Night, It Was So Cold, The Flashers In New York Were Only Describing Themselves.

Pie Throwing Is Kind Of A Lost Art, And Although It May Be A Rather Rudimentary, Burlesque Humor, There's Something Inherently Funny About Taking A Pie In The Face, Under The Right Conditions.

I Am One Of The Lucky People In The World; I Found Something I Always Wanted To Do, And I Have Enjoyed Every Single Minute Of It.

It Was So Hot Today That Burger King Was Singing, "if You Want It Your Way, Cook It Yourself".

Democracy Is Buying A Big House You Can't Afford With Money You Don't Have To Impress People You Wish Were Dead.