Do Unto Others, Then Run

I Never Yell, I Never Tell, But I'm Grateful As Hell.

Those Hot Pants Of Hers Were So Damned Tight, I Could Hardly Breathe.

Roses Are Reddish Violets Are Bluish If It Weren't For Christmas We'd All Be Jewish.

The Odds Against There Being A Bomb On A Plane Are A Million To One, And Against Two Bombs A Million Times A Million To One. Next Time You Fly, Cut The Odds And Take A Bomb.

Do Unto Others, Then Run