He Always Had A Chip On His

He's So Small, He's A Waste Of Skin.

A Gentleman Is Any Man Who Wouldn't Hit A Woman With His Hat On.

He Has No Idea What It Was Like To Grow Up In The South, Where You Had To Hold Your Head Down.

Radio Is A Bag Of Mediocrity Where Little Men With Carbon Minds Wallow In Sluice Of Their Own Making.

My Hometown Was So Dull That One Time The Tide Went Out And Never Came Back.