I Am An Only Child. I Have

My Luck Is Getting Worse And Worse. Last Night, For Instance, I Was Mugged By A Quaker.

When I'm Writing Something, If There's A Part That's Good For Me, Then I'll Play It. Otherwise, I Don't. And I Notice That There Are Less And Less Parts For Me In My Own Writing.

This Year I'm A Star, But What Will I Be Next Year? A Black Hole?

Oh, He Was Probably A Member Of The National Rifle Association. It Was A Group That Helped Criminals Get Guns So They Could Shoot Citizens. It Was A Public Service.

When I Was Kidnapped, My Parents Snapped Into Action. They Rented Out My Room.