Time. It Hangs Heavy For The Bored,

Humorists Can Never Start To Take Themselves Seriously. It's Literary Suicide.

For Some Unexplained Reason, It's Always The Other End Of The Table That's Wild And Raucous, With Screaming Laughter And A Fella Who Plays 'holiday For Strings' On Water Glasses.

Babies On Television Never Spit Up On The Ultrasuede.

Housework, If You Do It Right, Will Kill You.

When Humor Goes, There Goes Civilization.