You've Heard Of People Living In A

God Finally Caught His Eye.

At Dramatic Rehearsals, The Only Author That's Better Than An Absent One Is A Dead One.

Lawyers-they Get Together All Day And Say To Each Other, "what Can We Postpone Next?" The Only Thing They Don't Postpone, Of Course, Is Their Bill, Which Arrives Regularly. You've Heard About The Man Who Got The Bill From His Lawyer Which Said, "for Crossing The Street To Speak To You And Discovering It Was Not You, Twelve Dollars."

Satire Is What Closes On Saturday Night.

When I Was Born I Owed Twelve Dollars.