I Stuck My Tongue Out At Him

Suppose I Lay Down On The Pavement And You Run Over Me A Few Times With My Own Car...just For Old Times.

I Like My Nuts," Mooner Said. "i Don't Want Them Cut Off. I'd Be, Like, Nutless Then.

The Golden Years Are For Pussies. We Went Straight To Brass.

Nice Dress. Take It Off.

He Rooted For The Mets, He Wore Foot Of The Loom Underwear, And He Drove A Buick. His Loyalties Were Carved In Stone And He Wasn't About To Be Impressed With Some Upstart Of A Toaster Salesman Who Drove A Bonneville.