I made a killing on Wall Street a few years ago...I shot my broker.
That's nothing - my alarm clock is set for eight.
I would never join a country club with standards so low as to allow me as a member.
Some day there will have to be some new rules established about name-calling. I don't mean the routine cursing that goes on between husband and wife, but the naming of defenseless, unsuspecting babies.
No, Groucho is not my real name. I am breaking it in for a friend.
How would you like to feel the way she looks?