Yogi ordered a pizza. The waitress asked How many pieces do you want your pie cut? Yogi responded, Four. I don't think I could eat eight.
It was pretty good. Even the music was nice.
I don't blame the players today for the money. I blame the owners. They started it. They wanna give it to 'em? More power to 'em.
So I'm ugly. So what? I never saw anyone hit with his face.
How can a you hit and think at the same time?
I didn't say the things I said.