What Could Be Funnier Than A Fat

I Can Honestly Say I've Never Sold Any Arms To A Repressive Foreign Regime While Reassuring Everyone At Home That The Weapons Will Be Used For Nice Things.

I Have Seen Good Nurses And Bad Nurses. They Existed Along A Continuum: From Hard-working, Kind And Competent People, To Office-hugging, Bone-idle Types, To Apathetic, Disengaged Automatons.

My Mum Is Bright, Ambitious, Well Read, Political And Very Bolshie: When My Dad Was Conscripted Into The Army And Posted To Libya, She Convinced Some General To Let Her Go With Him. I Don't Know How She Managed It.

It's Got Too Much Hard Work Slapping Them And Telling Them To Shut Up.

You Know It's Time For A New Year's Resolution To Lose Weight When You Step On A Talking Scale And It Says, "one At A Time, Please.