If You're A Comic, You Don't Have

I Can't Relax Here. These People Have No Pubic Hair Anywhere. We Have Pubic Hair On The Ceiling.

I Think That Women Just Have A Primeval Instinct To Make Soup, Which They Will Try To Foist On Anybody Who Looks Like A Likely Candidate.

Its Not Easy Being A Man You Know. I Had To Get Dressed Today… And There Are Other Pressures.

If You Covered A Broom Handle With Oil And Shoved It Up My Arse, Then Put Me On A Trampoline, In A Lift, I Could Write A Better Song On The Walls.

Eggs! They're Not A Food, They Belong In No Group! They're Just Farts Clothed In Substance!