The Humor Section Is The Last Place

As A Child I Assumed That When I Reached Adulthood, I Would Have Grown-up Thoughts.

Write Relentlessly, Until You Find Your Voice. Then, Use It.

On A Busy Day Twenty-two Thousand People Come To Visit Santa, And I Was Told That It Is An Elf's Lot To Remain Merry In The Face Of Torment And Adversity. I Promised To Keep That In Mind.

It Was My Friend Frank, A Writer In San Francisco, Who Finally Set Me Straight. When Asked About My New Look He Put Down His Fork And Stared At Me For A Few Moments. "a Bow Tie Announces To The World You Can No Longer Get An Erection."

I'm Not A Reporter But The 'new Yorker' Treats Everyone Like A Reporter.