Were There No Fools, There Would Be

Last Christmas, I Got The Worst Gift A Guy Ever Gave Me. He Gave Me A Lottery Ticket... What's The Guy Even Thinking There. Here You Go... Nothing! Merry Christmas! It's Nothing!

Love Is An Artful Arrangement Of Artless Pretensions, Whereby We Labor To Appear Innocent In What We Desire To Be Most Cunning.

On Update, The Only Real Original Thing Was Trying To Take Away The Cleverness Of The Punchline And Make It As Blunt As Possible.

Few Are More Unhappy Than Those Who Have Great Ambition, But Little Energy To Urge It Into Activity.

It Is Vain To Complain Of Fortune While We Fail In Policy And Conduct.