It Ain't What They Call You, It's

My Daughter Wants To Throw A Stone At A Bad Man. I Stop Her From Throwing, Shaking My Head And Giving Her A Little Slap. My Disapproval Is Complete. You Think: 'that's Right, She Shouldn't Throw A Stone Even At A Villain.' Then I Hand Her A Brick To Throw.

Everybody's Got To Believe In Something. I Believe I'll Have Another Beer.

Thou Shalt Not Take The Name Of The Lord Thy God In Vain Unless You've Used Up All The Other Four-letter Words.

After Two Days In The Hospital, I Turn To The Nurse.

I Never Met A Kid I Liked.