I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
If I was the mailman, I would be having your wife!
That 8 track is to today's stereos what a girlfriend is to a wife. An earlier better version
Why go out for milk when you've got a cow at home