Take Me Down To The Bar! We'll

First Prize Was A Week In Philadelphia. Second Prize Was Two Weeks.

All Englishmen Talk As If They've Got A Bushel Of Plums Stuck In Their Throats, And Then After Swallowing Them Get Constipated From The Pips.

Oh, Insomnia! Ah, Well, I Know A Good Cure For It... Get Plenty Of Sleep.

I Don't Drink Anymore, On The Other Hand I Don't Drink Any Less Either.

I Don't Know Why I Ever Come In Here. The Flies Get The Best Of Everything.