Believe Me, You Have To Get Up

I Worked My Way Up From Nothing To A State Of Extreme Poverty.

Why A Four-year-old Child Could Understand This Report. Run Out And Find Me A Four-year-old Child. I Can't Make Head Nor Tail Out Of It.

If You're Not Having Fun, You're Doing Something Wrong.

Thirteen At A Table Is Unlucky Only, When The Hostess Has Only Twelve Chops.

Dig Trenches? With Our Men Being Killed Off Like Flies? There Isn't Time To Dig Trenches. We'll Have To Buy Them Ready Made.