Nobody Is Going To Try To Confiscate

By The Time I Was In The Fourth Grade, I Sounded Exactly Like My Father On The Phone.

When I Was A Kid In Nebraska, A Cantankerous Farmer, Known For Plinking With His '22 At Passing Cars In Which He Perceived Enemies, Ingeniously Rigged Up A Shotgun In His House, Trained On The Inside Of His Front Door So As To Widely Distribute Any Intruder.

Perhaps The Saddest Irony Of Depression Is That Suicide Happens When The Patient Gets A Little Better And Can Again Function Sufficiently.

Censorship Feeds The Dirty Mind More Than The Four-letter Word Itself.

Running My Show Is Really Like An Actor Being In Repertory But Where, In One Day In One Performance, You Do Scenes From A Drama, A Farce, A Low Comedy And A Tragedy.