I have nothing to do with the selection of stories. I'm the reporter.
We don't know our ass from a hole in the ground.
I like the performing. And interviews, even. And the stuff that's not sitting in a room by yourself with empty paper. But I never loved writing, to tell you the truth.
Short people got no reason to live.
This one guy's wife is such a pretty brown thing, that I'm liable to give her a poke or two. Whaddaya think of that?
I seen her with the milkman, riding down the street. When you're through with my baby, milkman, send her home to me.
Don't forget to bring that little blonde haired girl along. You know the one, love to watch her jump up and down.
By the way, there is nothing cute about a pink wheelchair. Pink doesn't change a thing.
The feminist movement taught women to see themselves as victims of an oppressive patriarchy. . . . Self-imposed victimhood is not a recipe for happiness.
You go and you buy a lottery ticket. You've got just as much chance of getting struck by lightning as you do of winning the lottery.
The young leading the young, is like the blind leading the blind; "they will both fall into the ditch.