Humor: Worst of Fortunes for Sunday February 12, 2006

A journalist, thrilled over his dinner, asked the chef for...
A journalist, thrilled over his dinner, asked the chef for the recipe. Retorted the chef, "Sorry, we have the same policy as you journalists, we never reveal our sauce."

I used to be such a sweet sweet thing, 'til they got a hold...
I used to be such a sweet sweet thing, 'til they got a hold of me, I opened doors for little old ladies, I helped the blind to see, I got no friends 'cause they read the papers, they can't be seen, With me, and I'm feelin' real shot down, And I'm, uh,...