I Only Take A Drink

That You, Sister. May You Be The Mother Of A Bishop.

I Ruined My Health Drinking To Other People's.

Message? What The Hell Do You Think I Am, A Bloody Postman?

Critics Are Like Eunuchs In A Harem; They Know How It's Done, They've Seen It Done Every Day, But They're Unable To Do It Themselves.

A General And A Bit Of Shooting Makes You Forget Your Troubles ... It Takes Your Mind Off The Cost Of Living.