What Would Pop-eye Do In A Tight

If I Don't Die By Thursday, I'll Be Roaring Friday Night.

Barmaid, Bring A Pitcher, Another Round Of Brew. Honey, Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw?

You Better Lava Me Now Or Lava Me Not.

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

Quitting Doesn't Enter My Mind.