Maybe They Know What I Know, That

But We Were All Young Once. It Passes, Like Innocence And A Sense Of Fair Play. The Only Thing Left In The End Is A Good Instinct For Survival.

A Pink Taffeta Evening Gown. It Looked Like It Had Run Away From A Junior High Prom... The Dress Looked Like A Petunia On Steroids To Me.

Most Women Complain That There Are No Single, Straight Men Left. I’d Just Like To Meet One Who’s Human.

You Can't Save Everybody. In Fact, There Are Days When I Think You Can't Save Anyone. Each Person Has To Save Himself First, Then You Can Move In And Help. I Have Found This Philosophy Does Not Work During A Gun Battle, Or A Knife Fight Either. Outside Of That It Works Just Fine.

I Hate Women Who Complain About Being Fat When They're Like A Size 5. Anything Under Size 5 Isn't A Woman. It's A Boy With Breasts.