I'm very proud of my gold pocket watch. My grandfather, on his deathbed, sold me this watch.
In California, they don't throw their garbage away - they make it into TV shows.
My luck is getting worse and worse. Last night, for instance, I was mugged by a quaker.
At the opera in Milan with my daughter and me, Needleman leaned out of his box and fell into the orchestra pit. Too proud to admit it was a mistake, he attended the opera every night for a month and repeated it each time.
I was thrown out of NYU. On my metaphysics final, they caught me cheating. I looked within the soul of the boy sitting next to me.
I'm so excited—I think today I'm going to brush all my teeth.
I took a speed reading course and read 'War and Peace' in twenty minutes. It involves Russia.
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