Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights, drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
Songwriters are still the brightest people in any room.
Your pot belly, I'd give that a 10 for size.
Pour me another tequila, I'm going to put on your red satin dress. You put on my clothes.
Take this rifle, kid. Gimme that guitar.
I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me. So for brains and good judgment, I'd give her a three.