Few Criminals Die Sensible Of Their Crimes.

It Is Vain To Complain Of Fortune While We Fail In Policy And Conduct.

You Ever Hear Guys With Small Cocks Talk About Sex? Can't Talk About It Enough. They Even Got Poems. They'll Say, 'it's Not The Motion Of The Ocean, It's The Boat Of The Lotion.' I've Even Heard Variants..., It's Not The Tree Or The Size, It's The Axe That You Wax.' It's A Whole Sub-genre Of Poetry Now That's Taught In Many Of Our Finer Institutions.

During Misfortunes, Nothing Aggravates Our Condition More, Than To Be Esteemed Deserving Of Them.

On Update, The Only Real Original Thing Was Trying To Take Away The Cleverness Of The Punchline And Make It As Blunt As Possible.

This Would Have Been A Great Game To Watch If We Didn't Have Any Money On It.