Spite Is Never Lonely; Envy Always Tags

I Know Which Side My Bread Is Buttered On: The Side Which Falls On The Carpet.

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Women Go To Beauty Parlors For The Unmussed Look Men Hate.

I'm Glad I Don't Have To Explain To A Man From Mars Why Each Day I Set Fire To Dozens Of Little Pieces Of Paper, And Then Put Them In My Mouth.

Desire Creates Havoc When It Is The Only Thing Between Two People, Or When It Is What's Missing.