The Only Non-believer I Encountered Was Oscar

Randy And I Were Goggle-eyed As We Gazed Over The Wonders Of What Walt Disney Had Wrought. It Was A Magnificent Demonstration Of What God Could Do If He Had More Imagination.

She Should Get A Divorce And Settle Down.

Disneyland Is Such A Big Thing To Californians, I Discovered That When You Cross The Border You Have To Raise Your Right Hand And Take An Oath That You Believe In Walt Disney.

The California Cemeteries Make Dying Sound So Attractive It's A Real Effort To Keep Breathing.

We Were Ensconced As Guests Of The Exclusive Beverly Hilton Hotel, An Edifice So Swank That The Fire Ax In The Hall Outside Our Suite Said: "in Case Of Fire-break Crystal."