Satire Is What Closes On Saturday Night.

I Like Terra Firma; The More Firma, The Less Terra.

I've Never Had Any Complaints Yet!

There Was Laughter In The Back Of The Theater, Leading To The Belief That Someone Was Telling Jokes Back There.

God Finally Caught His Eye.

Lawyers-they Get Together All Day And Say To Each Other, "what Can We Postpone Next?" The Only Thing They Don't Postpone, Of Course, Is Their Bill, Which Arrives Regularly. You've Heard About The Man Who Got The Bill From His Lawyer Which Said, "for Crossing The Street To Speak To You And Discovering It Was Not You, Twelve Dollars."