I Don't Understand Why People Don't Remember

My Kitchen Is Not A Place To Live In. I Made It White So I Can Tell Instantly If It's Not Clean-and I Like It Clean Enough To Be Able To Eat Off The Floors-or The Tables,for That Matter.

I Have An Ulcer. It Has An Iq Of 185.

The Whole Romantic Part Of My Life Was A Wipeout. I Didn't Even Own A Belt.

Food Was A Constant Topic Of Conversation In Our Household.

I'm Used To Living Alone, And I Like It That Way. You Become So Selfish Living Alone...i'd Make A Terrible Husband Anyway.