A Parade Is The Worst Form Of

You Got To Be Yourself, You Got To Discard All The Bull And Get You Across ... And Get What You Have To Say Across.

Twenty Percent Of Zero Is Better Than Nothing.

In Like A Dimwit, Out Like A Light.

Many Years Ago In A Period Commonly Know As Next Friday Afternoon, There Lived A King Who Was Very Gloomy On Tuesday Mornings Because He Was So Sad Thinking About How Unhappy He Had Been On Monday And How Completely Mournful He Would Be On Wednesday.

Now Is The Time For All Good Men To Come To.