I only ever play Vegas one night at a time.
We were romantics. We didn't just read poetry. We let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared. Women swooned, and gods were created, gentlemen. Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?
Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
I like my wine like my women - ready to pass out.
It doesn't matter who you are, if you've got the legs, you can hang with them.