These are sevens. The box says nine because well... lady, you're a nine. Now I can accept that. Why can't you?
It's only a game if you win, but if you lose, it's a stinking waste of time
What was I thinking when I said I do? I'd already had sex with her so I didn't need that again
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!