If my name were Nubby Blues, I wouldn't be a jazz musician, I'd be a disabled Vietnam vet on welfare.

“He’s not my son, but his last name is Myson. Same spelling, big difference.”

“Weeping willows remind me of summer. And sadness. I wonder if tissues are made …”

“I was going to change my clothes, but I changed my mind instead.”

“Growing up, my parents never gave me as much as I wanted for my birthday. For e…”