Ric Flair is out there crying, his nose is running. He's probably drowning from the size of his nose running.
I walk so fast, I talk so fast, I could turn the light off and be in bed before the room's dark.
Rowdy Roddy cut his locks; but don't worry woman, he's still a fox.
Ric Flair, the Slim Whitman of Pro-Wrestling.
Just when you think you know the answers, I change the questions.
Does the tounge hanging out help his balance?