Where Do You Go When You Die?

Never Trust Anybody With Only One Book.

Oh Aye...my Father Would Thrash Me Every Now And Then. He'd Talk While He Did It Too! He'd Hit Me And Shout, 'have Ye Had Enough?' Had Enough? Whit Kind Of Question Is That? 'why, Father, Would Another Kick In The Balls Be Out Of The Question???'

Outgrew The Media... The Negativity Felt Like A Disease.

So, Have You Heard About The Oyster Who Went To A Disco And Pulled A Mussel?

What Always Staggers Me Is That When People Blow Their Noses, They Always Look Into Their Hankies To See What Came Out. What Do They Expect To Find?