Ye Gads, No! I Couldn't Stand The

Happiness Means Quiet Nerves.

This Job Will Drive Me To Drink, And For That Reason, I Will Be Eternally Grateful.

It Was A Marriage Of Convenience, As My Father Had A Blister On His Big Toe And Couldn't Travel Far To Find A Girl.

If At First You Don't Succeed, Try, Try Again. Then Quit. There's No Point In Being A Damn Fool About It.

So Long As The Presence Of Death Lurks With Anyone Who Goes Through The Simple Act Of Swallowing, I Will Make Mine Whiskey.