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All Of A Sudden I Discovered That I'm Allergic To Caviar. It Was The Perfect Metaphor For My Life. When I Was Only Able To Afford Bad Caviar, I Could Certainly Eat My Fill Of It.

Weathermen Merely Forecast Rain To Keep Everyone Else Off The Golf Course

I Don't Like To Analyze My Music Too Much. It Just Comes Welling Up Out Of The Depths Of My Soul.

Pretty Good. Pretttttttty, Pretttttttttty, Pretttttty Good.

If I Wasn't A Golfer, I Would Still Be Miserable - But Not As Miserable.