There's only one kind of kiss, man faces his woman, closes his eyes, imagines he's with someone else, just like sex
Why don't you follow me down the brewery, I'll tie a bowling ball to my ankle, dive in a vat of beer, I'll leave this world the same way I entered my marriage. Dead Drunk!
Sorry, Peg, I didn't hear you. I was thinking of killing myself
Marcy, haven't you ever got up in the morning and realize something was missing? Of course you do, you must when you open your pajama top