I Have An Ulcer. It Has An

I Don't Understand Why People Don't Remember My Name.

The Dining Room In My Old House Was Truly Magnificent, But By Far The Worst Room For Conversation. I'd Get Up From The Table, A Very Long Table, And Somebody Would Always Say, Paul, I Never Got To Talk To You.

I Feel Now It's Useless To Keep Hoping. The Way Things Are Today, We Live In A World That Needs Laughter, And I've Decided If I Can Make People Laugh, I'm Making A More Important Contribution.

Mothers Don't Want To Pinch Me Or Put Me In Their Purse.

My Sisters Said, Why Do You Make Those Faces? You Make Yourself So Ugly.