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Everyone's got skeletons in their closet, and I've got a million in mine, believe me. I tested the envelope; I pushed it. Whenever somebody in authority told me not to do something, I did it just to find out why they said not to do it.
They went into my closets looking for skeletons, but thank God, all they found were shoes, beautiful shoes.
The bottom line: If you want a happier family, bring those skeletons out of the closet.
The problem was with Bill Clinton, the scandals and rumored scandals, the incubating ones and the dying ones never ended. Whatever moral compass the president was consulting was leading him in the wrong direction. His closets were full of skeletons just waiting to burst out.
I wondered how they would top the Pirates and skeletons and moonlight, because that's a pretty cool concept.
Everything has been written. Everybody knows everything about me. There are no secrets. Except the skeletons in my closet.
I have far too many skeletons in my closet to think about any sort of serious mention of public office.
There's a lot of skeletons in my closet, but I know what they're wearing. I'm not gonna act all ashamed of it.
Not many skeletons left in my closet because I invite them to dance all over the front room!
