Modesty Is Of No Use To A

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

Thou Shalt Not Horn In On Thy Husbands Racket