Last week, I went to Philadelphia, but it was closed.
Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people.
Ah, the patter of little feet around the house. There's nothing like having a midget for a butler.
Back in my rummy days, I would tremble and shake for hours upon arising. It was the only exercise I got.
Remember, Lady Godiva put all she had on a horse and she lost her shirt!
Once, during Prohibition, I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.