Me Is The Only One What Won't

I Do Have A Blurred Memory Of Sitting On The Stairs And Trying Over And Over Again To Tie One Of My Shoelaces, But That Is All That Comes Back To Me Of School Itself.

Of Course Not. You Can't Have A Family Hanging Over You Like A Bunch Of Old Dead Goats. No Offense.

I Was A Fighter Pilot, Flying Hurricanes All Round The Mediterranean. I Flew In The Western Desert Of Libya, In Greece, In Syria, In Iraq And In Egypt.

Though My Father Was Norwegian, He Always Wrote His Diaries In Perfect English.

Do You Know What Breakfast Cereal Is Made Of? It's Made Of All Those Little Curly Wooden Shavings You Find In Pencil Sharpeners!