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Chef: Any cook who swears in French.

“This Bud’s for you,” said Tom lightly.

Small Town: Where everybody knows what everybody else is doing, and all buy the weekly newspaper to see how much the editor dares to print.

Life: Coming into the world wit nothing, leaving with nothing and, in between, giving everything to the IRS.

Never believe anything until it's been officially denied.

I invented a new word – “plagiarism.”

It is so hot… by the time I got home from buying eggs, I had twelve chicks in the bag.

Small Town: A place where nothing happens every minute.

Once the horse is out of the barn, you can't put him back again.

Inside every fat book there is a thin book trying to get out.

Never let a child wearing Superman pajamas sleep on the top bunk.

If you are going to get the grief, you might as well get the gravy.

Anonymous: The worlds most popular author.

“I like ragged margins,” said Tom without justification.

Just keep your eye on the pie.

A rolling stone gathers no moths.

I wish people were like Internet videos and you could tap them lightly to see a clock of how much longer they’re going to be talking.

Spinster: An unlusted number.

The real estate agent can give you all the perpendiculars of this listing.

He’s a man without an island.

That baby's cuter than a speckled pup in a red wagon.