It Was A Dark And Stormy Night.

Sometimes I Lie Awake At Night And Think About That Little Red-haired Girl... I Don't Ever Want To Forget Her Face, But If I Don't Forget Her Face, I'll Go Crazy... How Can I Remember The Face I Can't Forget? Suddenly I'm Writing Country Western Music!

We Used To Have A Dog Named Snoopy, You Know, A Real Live Dog. I Suppose People Who Love Snoopy Won't Like It, But We Gave Him Away. He Fought With Other Dogs, So We Traded Him In For A Load Of Gravel.

A Glacier Will Frequently Move Forward One Foot While Retreating Three Feet... Which Reminds Me A Lot Of Myself!

If I Stand Here, I Can See The Little Red Haired Girl When She Comes Out Of Her House... Of Course, If She Sees Me Peeking Around This Tree, She'll Think I'm The Dumbest Person In The World... But If I Don't Peek Around The Tree, I'll Never See Her... Which Means I Probably Am The Dumbest Person In The World... Which Explains Why I'm Standing In A Batch Of Poison Oak.

You Know, In A Way, 'dear Santa Claus' Is Rather Stuffy... Perhaps Something A Little More Intimate Would Be Better... Something Just A Shade More Friendly..." "how About 'dear Fatty'?