Fill What Is Empty, Empty

Drink Reacts On Its Practitioners In Conflicting Ways. One Brave Can Knock Off A Quart Of Scotch And Look And Act As Sober As Herbert Hoover. Another, After Three Martinis, Makes Two-cushion Carroms Off The Chaise Lounge As He Attempts To Negotiate The Bathroom.

Here's A Rule I Recommend: Never Practice Two Vices At Once.

A Republican. A Republican. That's Worse Than Being A Goddamned Communist!

My Father Warned Me About Men And Booze But He Never Said Anything About Women And Cocaine.

I Have Three Phobias Which, Could I Mute Them, Would Make My Life As Slick As A Sonnet, But As Dull As Ditch Water: I Hate To Go To Bed, I Hate To Get Up, And I Hate To Be Alone.