Playing Golf Is Like Going To A

Women Now Have Choices. They Can Be Married, Not Married, Have A Job, Not Have A Job, Be Married With Children, Unmarried With Children. Men Have The Same Choice We've Always Had: Work, Or Prison.

Can A Woodchuck Chuck Wood? Because The Question Is, "how Much Wood Could A Woodchuck Chuck If," So You Haven't Established Or Proved Without Any Shadow Of A Doubt That A Woodchuck Could Chuck Wood. Frankly, I Believe That They Chew Wood. I Don't Think They Can Chuck Wood At All! I Take Offense To The Whole Chucking Question.

Playing Golf Is Like Going To A Strip Joint. After 18 Holes You Are Tired And Most Of Your Balls Are Missing.

I Had A Very Easy Time Loving An Audience. But When It's One-on-one With Somebody, All I Wanted To Do Was Run Away, Because Maybe They're Going To Want Something From Me I Can't Give, Or They're Going To Hurt Me.

I Have Way Too Many Commitments. I Get Pulled In Too Many Directions And I Never Seem To Be Able To Satisfy Anybody. People Get Turned On By Knowing A Celebrity, Even My Friends And Family. They Feel That There's Something Exciting About Me, But In Reality There's No Substance To It. People In Airports Just Hold On To Me Expecting Something And It Seems That I Always Come Up Empty. It's Frustrating Because I'm Trying To Please Everybody, And Ya Just Can't Do That ... At Least I Can't.