Yeah? For What Paper?

When The Waitress Asked If I Wanted My Pizza Cut Into Four Or Eight Slices, I Said, 'four. I Don't Think I Can Eat Eight.'

It Was Impossible To Get A Conversation Going, Everybody Was Talking Too Much.

Nobody Goes There Anymore. It's Too Crowded.

Ninety Percent Of Putts That Are Short, Don't Go In.

Anyone Who Understands Jazz Knows That You Can't Understand It. It's Too Complicated. That's What's So Simple About It.