Don't Look Now, But There's One Too

Behind Every Successful Man Is A Woman, Behind Her Is His Wife.

Oh, Why Can't We Break Away From All This, Just You And I, And Lodge With My Fleas In The Hills? I Mean Flee To My Lodge In The Hills.

I'd Have Liked To Have Gone To Bed With Jean Harlow. She Was A Beautiful Broad. The Fellow Who Married Her Was Impotent And He Killed Himself. I Would Have Done The Same Thing.

You Call This A Party? The Beer Is Warm, The Women Cold And I'm Hot Under The Collar.

Whoever Named It Necking Was A Poor Judge Of Anatomy.