In Like A Dimwit, Out

Many Years Ago In A Period Commonly Know As Next Friday Afternoon, There Lived A King Who Was Very Gloomy On Tuesday Mornings Because He Was So Sad Thinking About How Unhappy He Had Been On Monday And How Completely Mournful He Would Be On Wednesday.

Looking Back On Things, The View Always Improves.

God Is Not Dead-he Is Merely Unemployed.

You Got To Be Yourself, You Got To Discard All The Bull And Get You Across ... And Get What You Have To Say Across.

In Like A Dimwit, Out Like A Light.