Anyone buying this book is going to be out a tidy sum if he is sucked in by the title. I wish I could write a real sexy book that would be barred from the mails. Apparently nothing whets a reader's appetite for literature more than the news that the author has been thrown into a federal pokey for disturbing the libido of millions of Americans.

Most young women do not welcome promiscuous advances. (Either that, or my luck's terrible.)

My plans are still in embryo, a town on the edge of wishful thinking.

I've got the brain of a four year old. I'll bet he was glad to be rid of it.

One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know.

If you take cranberries and stew them like apple sauce, it tastes much more like prunes than rhubarb does.

This would be a better place for children if parents had to eat spinach.