It’s Saturday night, and Sarge sticks me with sentry duty again. It just isn’t fair. Why didn’t I join the Navy not the Air Force.
I know you watched the games until all hours dear, but it’s time to get to work. NOW!
Give me a break Ham, any idiot knows the difference between me and a handsaw regardless of the wind direction.
To paraphrase my pal, Mel Brooks, if God wanted you to fly, he would have given you tickets.
Remember the words of JFK:As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.
Okay people, the wind is Southerly. Am I a hawk or a handsaw?
Private Eyes -They’re watching you -They see your every move
You’re no Hamlet, and I’m no handsaw.
As my pal Humphrey Bogart put it, there is more to talking than just words.
I love Physics but what was Stephen Hawking?