Once You Sleep On Feathers You Can't

Once You Sleep On Feathers You Can't Go Back To Sleeping On The Floor.

Satire Is Tragedy Plus Time.

Never Tell. Not If You Love Your Wife...in Fact, If Your Old Lady Walks In On You Deny It. Yeah. Just Flat Out And She'll Believe It: "i'm Tellin' Ya. This Chick Came Downstairs With A Sign Around Her Neck 'lay On Top Of Me Or I'll Die.' " I Didn't Know What I Was Goin' To Do.

Wouldn't It Be Nice If All The People Who Are Lonesome Could Live In One Big Dormitory, Sleep In Beds Next To Each Other, Talk, Laugh, And Keep The Lights On As Long As They Want To?

I Hate Small Towns Because Once You've Seen The Cannon In The Park There's Nothing Else To Do.