Rip Amy Winehouse. We Lost A True

Man, Them Engagement Rings, Boy, They Cost A Lot. I Was Looking At 'em. Cost Like A Thousand Bucks, Two Thousand Bucks, Y'know. Three Thousand Bucks. Something Like That- Four Thousand Bucks. Big Number Divisible By A Thousand, Anyways.

When I Was A Kid, Everybody That Played Golf Was An Old Man. Until Tiger Showed Up, They Weren't In Very Good Shape.

Hypocrisy Is The Outward Acknowledgment Of Inward Shame.

I'm A Huge Sports Fan But Have No Interest In Minutiae. I Don't Remember Who Won Super Bowls Five Years Ago Or Listen To Sports Talk Radio.

I Hate Fame. I Hate Being Recognized, Because I Don't Know How To Talk To People.