Peter Marshall: A Western Saddle

I Sang In The Choir For Years, Even Though My Family Belonged To Another Church.

I Don't Understand Why People Don't Remember My Name.

I Have An Ulcer. It Has An Iq Of 185.

My Kitchen Is Not A Place To Live In. I Made It White So I Can Tell Instantly If It's Not Clean-and I Like It Clean Enough To Be Able To Eat Off The Floors-or The Tables,for That Matter.

I Feel Now It's Useless To Keep Hoping. The Way Things Are Today, We Live In A World That Needs Laughter, And I've Decided If I Can Make People Laugh, I'm Making A More Important Contribution.