You've Forgotten Those June Nights At The

I Refuse To Join Any Club That Would Have Me As A Member.

You Call This A Party? The Beer Is Warm, The Women Cold And I'm Hot Under The Collar.

Policeman: "a Hermit Eh? Then Why's Your Table Set For Four?" Groucho: "that's Nothing. My Alarm Clock Is Set For Eight.

Two Women At A Resort Discussed Dinner: "the Food Here Is Lousy," The First Noted. "you're Right! And Such Small Portions!!" The Second Added

Years Ago, I Tried To Top Everybody, But I Don't Anymore. I Realized It Was Killing Conversation. When You're Always Trying For A Topper You Aren't Really Listening. It Ruins Communication