The Precise Location Of Heaven

All American Cars Are Basically Chevrolets.

The Waterfront Without The Ferry Tower Would Be Like A Birthday Cake Without A Candle.

You Cover Q-tips With Sandpaper And Ram Them Up Your Nostrils As Far As They Will Go. Then You Sniff Talcum Powder While Shredding Hundred Dollar Bills.

I Hope I Go To Heaven, And When I Do, I'm Going To Do What Every San Franciscan Does When He Gets There. He Looks Around And Says, 'it Ain't Bad, But It Ain't San Francisco.'

I Tend To Live In The Past Because Most Of My Life Is There.