There's a pigeon walking up the driveway. I don't care what he wants. I'm not answering the door
Unfortunately, but sometimes a woman can't find herself a man. She doesn't like the drunken ones, and the sober ones doesn't like her.
It used to be only death and taxes were inevitable. Now, of course, there's shipping and handling, too
What's a man's idea of foreplay? A half hour of begging.