Things Are Never As Bad As They

When A Child Asks You Something, Answer Him, For Goodness' Sake.

The Remainder Of My Schooldays Were No More Auspicious Than The First. Indeed, They Were An Endless Project That Slowly Evolved Into A Unit, In Which Miles Of Construction Paper And Wax Crayon Were Expended By The State Of Alabama In Its Well-meaning But Fruitless Efforts To Teach Me Group Dynamics.

Ladies In Bunches Always Filled Me With Vague Apprehension And A Firm Desire To Be Elsewhere.

You Can Choose Your Friends, But You Sho' Can't Choose Your Family.

Havin' A Gun Around's An Invitation To Somebody To Shoot You.