Kids are wonderful, but I like mine barbecued.
Eighty is when you order a steak and the headwaiter puts it through the blender. Or when you wake up as many times during the night as Burt Reynolds, but not for the same reason.
Your ignorance cramps my conversation
My folks were English . . . we were too poor to be British.
I can still chase women, only downhill
Now that the war is winding down, I want to say I do appreciate you fellows hanging around here - just for me.