I'm growing older, but not up.

It was too much Tequila, or not quite enough.

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

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us.

Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it.

I got my hush puppies on. I guess I never was made meant for glitter rock and roll.

My voyage was never a well-conceived plan, nor will it ever be. I have made it up as I went along.