I Discovered The Wife's Got Asthma. Thank

With Wives, Men Hide Behind The Air Of Bravado, Which Is Basically A Defence Mechanism, I Think. Clever Creatures, Women. Very Clever.

My Mother-in-law Has So Many Wrinkles, When She Smiles She Looks Like A Venetian Blind.

Everyone Has A Family Tree; The Dawsons Have One, It's A Weeping Willow.

In Awe, I Watched The Waxing Moon Ride Across The Zenith Of The Heavens Like An Ambered Chariot Towards The Ebony Void Of Infinite Space Wherein The Tethered Belts Of Jupiter And Mars Hang, For Ever Festooned In Their Orbital Majesty. And As I Looked At All This I Thought... I Must Put A Roof On This Toilet.

Slumps Don't Bother Me.