I don't know if I can live on my income or not - the government won't let me try it.
I like to get to work early. Before my brain knows what I'm up to.
My mind wanders a lot, but fortunately it's too weak to go very far.
A fool and his money are soon parted. It takes creative tax laws for the rest.
Inside me there's a thin person struggling to get out, but I can usually sedate him with four or five cupcakes.
It's not that Good doesn't triumph over Evil, it's that the point spread is too small.