The best way to die is sit under a tree, eat lots of bologna and salami, drink a case of beer, then blow up.
Well the frog men finally got Rosie.
Both sides of my family had come from Ireland in the 19th century for the same reason: There was nothing to eat over there. Since then, I've tried to make up for the potato famine by making the potato the only vegetable that passes these lips.
We didn't have steroids. If I wanted to get pumped up, I drank a case of beer.
He runs like a camel. A really pissed off camel.
I'm a light eater. As soon as it's light, I start to eat.