Going Down On A Woman

My Father Warned Me About Men And Booze But He Never Said Anything About Women And Cocaine.

They Aren't Making Mirrors Like They Use To.

Wracked With A Hangover I Do My Muttering Over A Black Velvet, A Union Of Champagne And Stout. Don't Be Swindled Into Believing There's Any Cure For A Hangover. I've Tried Them All: Iced Tomatoes, Hot Clam Juice, Brandy Peaches. Like The Common Cold It Defies Solution. Time Alone Can Stay It. The Hair Of The Dog? That Way Lies Folly. It's As Logical As Trying To Put Out A Fire With Applications Of Kerosene.

I Think The Republican Party Should Be Placed In Drydock And Have The Barnacles Scraped Off Its Bottom.

I'd Rather Be Strongly Wrong Than Weakly Right.