I feel like I've been watching Irwin Corey forever. I saw him in the 1950s, and I thought he was old then.
I have yet to see one of those Comedy Central shows with multiple standup comics that doesn't include someone the size of the Hindenburg.
Anything seen on TV is, in a subtle and sinister sense, thereby endorsed.
It's not always easy to identify your own voice. It comes with time.
Censorship feeds the dirty mind more than the four-letter word itself.
When I was a kid in Nebraska, a cantankerous farmer, known for plinking with his '22 at passing cars in which he perceived enemies, ingeniously rigged up a shotgun in his house, trained on the inside of his front door so as to widely distribute any intruder.