I arm myself with punch lines and a big old water gun.

later down the road of life, i made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land.

I was hungry and went out for a bite, ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinking all night.

They send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge, but all you want to do is learn how to score.

I've got a Caribbean soul I can barely control, and some Texas hidden here in my heart!

Go fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see.

I recommend that you try a little mental floss.