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Brothel: Home is where the tart is.

The trees taunt you; the sand mocks you; the water calls your name… and they say golf is a quiet game.

It’s all moth-eared.

Vasectomy: Spoil the rod… spare the child.

We’ll do this individually as a group.

Dreams do come through.

Bull Market: A random market movement causing an investor to mistake himself for a financial genius.

Death is nature’s way of saying “Howdy.”

“Let’s take a vacation in the south of France,” said Tom nicely.

Grandparents: The people who think your children are wonderful even though they’re sure you’re not raising them right.

Middle Age: When you no longer care where your wife wants to go – so long as you don’t have to go with her.

Etc.: A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.

“Dorothy, if you’re going to Oz again, I’m going with you,” Em barked.

“I just came in through the door,” said Tom, entranced.

“I’ve still got two fingers left,” said Tom handsomely.

“What are these berries?” Tom rasped.

Dog: An intelligent four-footed animal who walks around with an idiot on the end of his leash.

“Watch this insect sail through the air,” said Tom flippantly.

The mosquitoes in Louisiana are so big, they can stand flat foot and screw a chicken!

Make like a tree and head out.

I am returning this otherwise good typing paper to you because someone has printed gibberish all over it and put your name at the top.