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I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.

You Never Know When An Old Calendar Might Come In Handy! Sure, It's Not 1985 Right Now, But Who Knows What Tomorrow Will Bring?

Sensitive Love Letters Are My Specialty. 'dear Baby, Welcome To Dumpsville. Population: You.'

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

The Other Day, I Was So Desperate For A Beer, I Snuck Into The Football Stadium And Ate The Dirt Under The Bleachers.