Jim Foster

Perhaps the greatest mystery of our time is why a man with the massive intellect of Albert Einstein couldn’t find someone who could give him a half-decent haircut.

There is a danger in looking up the family tree, you never know who or even what you will find.

I’m afraid I developed quite a reputation and to this day my picture is on the wall at Danforth Tech with a big red circle around it and an “X” across my face.

For a guy who was supposed to be so damn smart about jungle stuff, he was one dumb bunny if you ask me. For the life of me, I could never see what Jane saw in him.

Now I love Sharon, although I wish she’d stop calling me, but Sharon would be blown away if she ever slapped leather with Alan Ladd or Jack Palance.

Someone in the crowd should have called out, “We’re the Chosen People and we have to cut the ends off our what?”