The Trouble With Life Is

My Head Is Buried In The Sands Of Tomorrow, While My Tail Feathers Are Singed By The Hot Sun Of Today.

Why Is There So Much Month Left At The End Of The Money?

The Trouble With Life Is That There Are So Many Beautiful Women And So Little Time.

Dying Is The Last Thing I Will Ever Do.

Love Is The Delightful Interval Between Meeting A Beautiful Girl And Discovering That She Looks Like A Haddock.