No Tv And No Beer Makes Homer

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or Brave, Can Shun His Destiny.

A Woman Is A Lot Like A Refrigerator. Six Feet Tall, 300 Pounds...it Makes Ice.

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient Soul.