You Bet I'm Shy. I'm A Shyster

Here Lies Groucho Marx And Lies And Lies And Lies P.s. He Never Kissed An Ugly Girl.

Why Don't You Go Home To Your Wife? Better Yet, I'll Go Home To Your Wife, And Outside Of The Improvement, She Won't Notice Any Difference.

Whatever It Is, I'm Against It.

No One Is Completely Unhappy At The Failure Of His Best Friend.

Go, And Never Darken My Towels Again