Mozart wasn’t made by Mozart, but some art was.
(Ogden Nash): I don’t know whether I’m playing Haydn, or Haydn go seek.
If Haydn and fellow countrymen went into space would they be called Austranauts?
Is Franz on that Liszt?
No names, just groceries. It’s a chopin liszt.
Be Bach soon!
I’ve heard that name quite Offen.
I want to tell you about that American composer but Ives got to get going now.
That’s okay, we’ll Cope. Land on your feet, wherever you’re going.
Hey, if you trip and fall because of somebody’s broken driveway, Sousa bastards.
Don’t interrupt someone working intently on a puzzle. Chances are, you’ll hear some crosswords.
And you might cross swords with 'em.
You are making a sharp observation there.
Well, he’s got a point.
He’s got a hole in his head but that’s beside the point!
At one point, Playboy tried to capitalize on the MILF craze but was wildly unsuccessful. It turns out nobody wanted to ask the person running the register if they had Mommy Issues.
I remember seeing a story about a group of monks trying to sell flowers outside the Playboy Mansion but Heff called the police on them. I guess only Hugh can stop florist friars.
Well, when they were offering Daisies and Roses and Petunias, Hef thought they were offering his Bunnies.
Sounds like a bad hare day.
Some folks never liked Playboy; others were rabid fans.