One Morning I Shot An Elephant In

My Favourite Poem Is The One That Starts 'thirty Days Hath September' Because It Actually Tells You Something.

A Thing That Has Always Baffled Me About Women Is That They Will Saturate Themselves With A Pint Of Perfume, A Pound Of Sachet Powder, An Evil-smelling Lip Rouge, A Peculiar-smelling Hair Ointment And A Half-dozen Varieties Of Body Oils, And Then Have The Effrontery To Complain Of The Aroma Of A Fine Dollar Cigar.

I Shall Drink No #‎ Wine Before It's Time! Ok, It's Time.

If The Garbage Man Calls, Tell Him We Don't Want Any.

Believe Me, You Have To Get Up Early If You Want To Get Out Of Bed.