I Am Pretty Sure That, If You

There May Be Said To Be Two Classes Of People In The World; Those Who Constantly Divide The People Of The World Into Two Classes And Those Who Do Not.

Next To A Shot Of Some Good, Habit-forming Narcotic, There Is Nothing Like Travelling Alone As A 'builder-upper.

But Ice-crunching And Loud Gum-chewing, Together With Drumming On Tables, And Whistling The Same Tune 70 Times In Succession, Because They Indicate An Indifference On The Part Of The Perpetrator To The Rest Of The World In General, Are Not Only Registered On The Delicate Surfaces Of The Brain But Eat Little Holes In It Until It Finally Collapses Or Blows Up.

The Only Cure For A Real Hangover Is Death.

I Know I'm Drinking Myself To A Slow Death, But Then I'm In No Hurry.