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Philosophy: Common sense in a dress suit.

Smilin’ like a goat in a briarpatch

“I’m burning aromatic substances,” said Tom, incensed.

Rugby: A game played by gentlemen with odd-shaped balls.

We're robbing Peter to pay the piper.

“I lost my trousers,” said Tom expansively.

Sterilize: What you do to your baby’s first pacifier by boiling it, and to your last baby’s pacifier by blowing on it and wiping it on your shirt.

You dug your bed, you lie in it.

Siamese Twins: First person plural.

“I wonder if there’s a number between seven and nine,” said Tom considerately.

Bulletin: Your receipt for attending church services.

Looks like he’s been sortin’ wildcats.

Sarcasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the recipient who doesn’t get it.

An Irishman is the only man in the world who will step over the bodies of a dozen naked women to get to a bottle of stout.

Marriage is the process of finding out what kind of man your wife would have preferred.

So windy he could blow up an onion sack.

A falling nozzle will turn toward you and land on its trigger.

Congress: A body of men brought together to slow down the government.

“I brush my teeth several times a day,” said Tom implacably.

Inch: Unit of measure whose length is consistently underestimated by men.

America: A nation that conceives many odd inventions for getting somewhere but can think of nothing to do when it gets there.