So, when some moo-cow thunders in here with a pie under each chin, I'm not supposed to ask if that's the Star Spangled banner she's belching so I know whether to sit or stand
My kids may not be angels, but when they screw up, I don't blame TV. I put the blame squarely where it belongs, on their mother
Peg, I'm not wasting my money like I wasted my youth.. On you
If my wife left me, I'd be dancing on the deck of the good ship hooter-pop, with a smile on my face and my face on a smile