Basically my wife was immature. I'd be at home in the bath and she'd come in and sink my boats.

If the world is a progressively realized community of interpretation, then either quadruplictity will drink procrastination or, provided that the nothing negates, boredom will ensue seldom more often than frequently.

Isn't all mankind ultimately executed for a crime it never committed?

I'd never join a club that would allow a person like me to become a member.

Sygmnd was a poor Austrian who'd lost all the vowels in his name in a boating accident.

I sued American Apparel because they calculatingly took my name, my likeness and image and used them publicly to promote their business.

Ads answered out of desperation in the New York Review of Books proved equally futile as…the 'Bay Area Bisexual' told me I didn't quite coincide with either of her desires.