Home is not where you live, but where they understand you
There is a ghost That eats handkerchiefs; It keeps you company On all your travels
Fortune, when she caresses a man too much, makes him a fool
Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer.
My psychiatrist told me I was crazy and I said I want a second opinion. He said okay, you're ugly too.