Excuse me, everybody, I have to go to the bathroom. I really have to telephone, but I'm too embarrassed to say so.
My first love was Cinderella, but she ran off with another man.
I canโt write five words but that I change seven.
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this -- One of you is lying.
If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume that Oscar said it.