If I had my life to live over again, I'd live over a saloon.
Reality is an illusion that occurs due to the lack of alcohol.
The low-ceiling price bazaar for sexual relief was a street called Middie Alley. You could barely get a pushcart through this avenue. Top price-twenty-five cents.
If it does not work the first time, try, try again. Then quit. No need to be an idiot.
A rich man is nothing but a poor man with money.
Some weasel took the cork out of my lunch.