I Got A Waterbed, But

When You First Get Married, They Open The Car Door For You. Eighteen Years Now...once He Opened The Car Door For Me In The Last Four Years - We Were On The Freeway At The Time.

My Earliest Childhood Memory Was Watching My Parents Loosen The Wheels On My Stroller.

My Love Life Is Like A Piece Of Swiss Cheese; Most Of It's Missing, And What's There Stinks.

My Routines Come Out Of Total Unhappiness. My Audiences Are My Group Therapy.

Does Fashion Matter? Always - Though Not Quite As Much After Death.