This Would Be A Better Place For

Every Time Someone Turns On A Tv, I Go In The Other Room And Read.

[he] May Talk Like An Idiot, And Look Like An Idiot, But Don't Let That Fool You: He Really Is An Idiot.

A Thing That Has Always Baffled Me About Women Is That They Will Saturate Themselves With A Pint Of Perfume, A Pound Of Sachet Powder, An Evil-smelling Lip Rouge, A Peculiar-smelling Hair Ointment And A Half-dozen Varieties Of Body Oils, And Then Have The Effrontery To Complain Of The Aroma Of A Fine Dollar Cigar.

My Plans Are Still In Embryo, A Town On The Edge Of Wishful Thinking.

Well, Art Is Art, Isn't It? Still, On The Other Hand, Water Is Water.