The Rich Son Waits For His Father

Give Me Your Hungry, Your Tired, Your Poor, That's What The Statue Of Bigotry Says. Your Poor Huddled Masses, Let's Just Club Them To Death, And Get It Over With.

Dear Pope, Send Me Some Hope Or A Rope.

I Think That Everything Happens For A Reason, Everything Happens When It's Going To Happen.

What I Really Love Is My Scotch. It's The Power, The Power Of Positive Drinking.

Life Is Like Sanskrit Read To A Pony.