Happy Birthday, Mr Presidenttttt

Arthur Miller Wouldn't Have Married Me If I Had Been Nothing But A Dumb Blonde.

The Real Lover Is The Man Who Can Thrill You By Kissing Your Forehead.

It Takes A Smart Brunette To Play A Dumb Blonde.

Yes, There Was Something Special About Me, And I Knew What It Was. I Was The Kind Of Girl They Found Dead In A Hall Bedroom With An Empty Bottle Of Sleeping Pills In Her Hand.

Ever Notice How 'what The Hell' Is Always The Right Answer?