Let's not quibble! I'm the foe of moderation, the champion of excess. >>
I'm as pure as the driven slush. >>
It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it >>
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I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as s >>
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! O >>
I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.