Author: Anonymous Page 15

Alone… in bad company

Hold the Farm!

At twenty, we don’t care what the world thinks of us; at thirty, we worry about what it’s thinking of us; at forty, we discover it isn’t thinking about us at all.

We could stand here and talk until the cows turn blue.

You could just charm the dew off of a honey suckle.

Apple: Nutritious lunchtime dessert which children will trade for cupcakes.

Middle Age: A time of life when winking at a girl is closing one eye to reality.

One way to get a real kick out of bridge is to sit opposite your wife.

“I just bought a woollen sweater,” said Tom sheepishly.

I wish I could play my normal game… just once.

Golf can best be defined as an endless series of tragedies obscured by an occasional miracle.

Television: A means of getting a babysitter so Mom and Dad can get out to the movies.

Foot: A politician’s pacifier.

Cold: An ailment cured in two weeks with a doctor’s care, and in fourteen days without it.

“I shall see to it well in advance,” said Tom tenderly.

Both of my children had the chicken pops when they were young.

Bookie: A pickpocket who lets you use your own hands.

Up a tree without a paddle.

Democracy: A small hard core of common agreement, surrounded by a rich variety of individual difference.

People have the persona that all Texans wear cowboy hats.

“I won’t buy a circuit breaker,” Tom refused.