When I die, I hope I have enough time to point at a complete stranger and whisper "You did this."
You're so pretty, you could be in a beer commercial.
If she says, "I'm OK," you're fine. If she says, "I'm Fine," You're not OK.
One day, a little boy wrote to Santa Clause, "Please send me a sister." Santa Clause wrote him back, "Ok, send me your mother."