There Is No Such Thing

He Is Like A Female Llama Surprised In Her Bath.

Oh, What Is The Matter With Poor Puggy-wug? Pet Him And Kiss Him And Give Him A Hug. Run And Fetch Him A Suitable Drug. Wrap Him Up Tenderly All In A Rug. That Is The Way To Cure Puggy-wug.

We Are Stripped Bare By The Curse Of Plenty. [referring To The Theory That Over-production Caused The Depression]

I Propose That 100,000 Degenerate Britons Should Be Forcibly Sterilized And Others Put In Labour Camps To Halt The Decline Of The British Race.

A Lady Came Up To Me One Day And Said 'sir! You Are Drunk', To Which I Replied 'i Am Drunk Today Madam, And Tomorrow I Shall Be Sober But You Will Still Be Ugly.