Life is a campus: in a Greenwich Village bookstore, looking for a New Yorker collection, I asked of an earnest-looking assistant where I might find the humour section. Peering over her granny glasses, she enquired, "Humour studies would that be, sir?"
Trying to keep up with current slang sucks.
Never look to politicians to solve your problems, they will only create new ones.
Ninety-five percent of all statistics, including this one, are bogus.
Lying in bed, I abandoned the facts again and was back in Ambrosia.
Should not the Society of Indexers be known as Indexers, Society of, The?