It tells me you're a girl, which means your opinion means less to me than dog's
That hurts Peg. Not as much as seeing you first thing in the morning, but it hurts.
Why don't you follow me down the brewery, I'll tie a bowling ball to my ankle, dive in a vat of beer, I'll leave this world the same way I entered my marriage. Dead Drunk!
I was driving home. God knows why
