After my training wheels, my first real bike was a Schwinn, and my first time out, I rode down a hill, didn’t know how to stop, and ran right into a tree. So, that was a nice experience ... like realizing, oh, there are brakes!
That's the formaldehyde. That's why Granny's so well-preserved.
I'm a very tolerant man, except when it comes to holding a grudge.
If heaven exists, to know that there's laughs, that would be a great thing.
You'd think all of these "atypical" somethings would add up to a typical something
When my friends and I played cowboys and Indians, I was always the Chinese railroad worker.