If I had to live my life over, I'd live over a saloon.
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.
I'm searching for loopholes.
The two-headed boy in the circus never had such a headache.
Everybody's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer.
I didn't say the meat was tough. I said I didn't see the horse that is usually outside.