If My Jeans Could Talk, They'd Plead

The Doctor Looked My Body Over. I Said: Is There Any Hope? He Said: Yes. Reincarnation.

I'd Love To Slit My Mother-in-law's Corsets And Watch Her Spread To Death.

It Would Seem That Something Which Means Poverty, Disorder And Violence Every Single Day Should Be Avoided Entirely, But The Desire To Beget Children Is A Natural Urge.

I Buried A Lot Of My Ironing In The Back Yard.

I'm The Woman Who Used To Think That Middle-age Spread Was A Cocktail Dip.