Randy Lay There Like A Slug. It

Some Men Are Baptists, Others Catholics; My Father Was An Oldsmobile Man.

In God We Trust; All Others Pay Cash.

The Reality Of What We Really Are Is Often Times Found In The Small Snips, Way Down At The Bottom Of Things.

Manhattan Cabs Are Born Old.

There Are Fewer Things More Thrilling In Life Than Lumpy Letters. That Rattle.