Maybe I couldn't be dafter, But I keep wondering if this time we settle our differences before a war instead of after.

A bit of talcum Is always walcum.

I drink because she nags, she said I nag because he drinks. But if the truth be known to you, He's a lush and she's a shrew.

How confusing the beams from memory's lamp are; One day a bachelor, the next a grampa. What is the secret of the trick? How did I get so old so quick?

Happiness is having a scratch for every itch.

There is something about a martini, Ere the dining and dancing begin, And to tell you the truth, It is not the vermouth- I think that perhaps it's the gin.

How easy for those who do not bulge to not overindulge!