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!
We could always look at the poor people who were less fortunate than us and feel better. Well, let's find a mirror.
That 8 track is to today's stereos what a girlfriend is to a wife. An earlier better version
I wish my apple grows as fast as your Opera