I don't want more people in this house. I want less. I want my life back, dammit. I want my youth. I want my hair. I want... this room. It's really nice... Are you thinking of moving out, son?
I must be careful and selective. I must not hire the first boob who walks in the door
I had a dream last night. A big red haired mosquito in tight pants was hovering over me sucking money out of my wallet
Did you know that daddy's nurse was a fat woman who used to come to his shoe store? I say "used to" because her patronage fell off when she came in and asked for something to make her foot look small, and I said "try your ass"