I'll Say This About The War Protesters:

Everybody Has To Sell Out At Some Point To Make A Living.

I Used To Be Sceptic, But Not Anymore, Because Now I Am Positive That I'm Getting Screwed.

My Fear Of Flying Starts As Soon As I Buckle Myself In And Then The Guy Up Front Mumbles A Few Unintelligible Words Then Before I Know It I'm Thrust Into The Back Of My Seat By Acceleration That Seems Way Too Fast And The Rest Of The Trip Is An Endless Nightmare Of Turbulence, Of Near Misses. And Then The Cabbie Drops Me Off At The Airport.

He Lasted About As Long As The Dessert Tray At Rosie O'donnell's House.

Why Is Electricity So Expensive These Days? Why Does It Cost So Much For Something I Can Make With A Balloon And My Hair?