My Following Is Straight. I'm So Glad.

I Cant Stand Those Food Cult People Who Bring Their Own Food Into The House. All Those Little Thermoses And Paper Bags-it Makes The Other Guests Uncomfortable.

The Dining Room In My Old House Was Truly Magnificent, But By Far The Worst Room For Conversation. I'd Get Up From The Table, A Very Long Table, And Somebody Would Always Say, Paul, I Never Got To Talk To You.

I Sang In The Choir For Years, Even Though My Family Belonged To Another Church.

I Don't Know Who The Hell Paul Lynde Is, Or Why He's Funny, And I Prefer It To Be A Mystery To Me.

My Body May Have Been Abused, But It Certainly Hasn't Been Neglected.