This woman comes in, who doesn't speak English, she points at the shoes, I pointed at the door, she pointed at the sky and knees me in the nay-nays
A man's home is his coffin
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!
If dynamite was dangerous, do you think they'd sell it to an idiot like me