MASTER OF CEREMONIES: How do you feel tonight?
LADY: I feel just like a dishrag.
MASTER OF CEREMONIES: And howís that?
LADY: I need to be squeezed.
"Donít count your chickens before theyíre hatched"
Med Show spin:
"You should never speculate upon your juvenile poultry
proper process of incubation has thoroughly materialized."
My old missus promised me,
"Son, when I die, Iím going to set you free."
She lived so long her head got bald.
She got out of the notion of dying at all.
I was born ten thousand
there ainít nothing in this
I saw Peter, Paul and
playing ring around the roses.
And Iíll whup the man who say that ain't so.