Well I'm not dumb, but I can't understand why she walked like a woman, but talked like a man.

The intellectual controls the spiritual, the animal respects the natural.

Oh, demon alcohol, sad memories I can't recall.

Money's the solution, curing all the ails of the nation. But what about the hearts of man?

If after two weeks you still can't write your middle-eight, the best course of action is to see a psychiatrist

I call it suffering and pain, they call it entertainment.

We are the Draft Beer Preservation Society.