Whatever Happened To The Good Ole Days,

The American Government Is Making Nuclear Weapons Like There's No Tomorrow.

I'm Not A Fatalist; Even If I Were, What Could I Do About It?

My Mother Was Like A Sister To Me, Only We Didn't Have Sex Quite So Often.

My Grandmother's Brain Was Dead, But Her Heart Was Still Beating. It Was The First Time We Ever Had A Democrat In The Family.

I'd Be In The Backyard Minding My Own Business. The Other Kids Would Call Me Names, Like Meatball Head Or Neo-calvinist. I'd Run After Them, But Lucky For Them The Chain Would Snap My Neck Back.