You Is Getting Nosier Than A Parker.

The Cuss Am I? Are You Cussing With Me?

You Ignorant Little Slug!" The Trunchbull Bellowed. "you Witless Weed! You Empty-headed Hamster! You Stupid Glob Of Glue!

Of Course Not. You Can't Have A Family Hanging Over You Like A Bunch Of Old Dead Goats. No Offense.

The Writer Has To Force Himself To Work. He Has To Make His Own Hours And If He Doesn't Go To His Desk At All There Is Nobody To Scold Him.

I've Always Said To Myself That If A Little Pocket Calculator Can Do It Why Shouldn't I?