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Bel Air, I Am Convinced, Was Laid Out By Some Diabolic Sadist Who Deliberately Decided Not To Use A Compass Or A Surveyor.

I Came Here For A Party And What Do I Get? Nothing. Not Even Ice Cream.

That's Bad Luck: Three On A Midget. From "at The Circus

There Is No Sweeter Sound Than The Crumbling Of One's Fellow Man.

In Hollywood, Brides Keep The Bouquets And Throw Away The Groom.