Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting?

During one of my treks through Afghanistan, we lost our corkscrew. We were compelled to live on food and water for several days.

I once donated a pint of my finest red corpuscles to the great American Red Cross and the doctor opined my blood was very helpful; contained so much alcohol they could use it to sterilize their instruments.

Never eat at a place called 'Moms', but if the only other place in town has a sign that says 'Eats', go back to Moms.

I used to be indecisive, now I'm not so sure.

The best thing to break is a contract.

Philadelphia, wonderful town, spent a week there one night