Almost every venerable tradition at a men’s club starts out as a joke.
The fifties were when people started coming down on “juvenile delinquents,” “hoodlums,” “vandals” – anybody that was young, wore a motorcycle jacket, and didn’t act polite around older people.
You’re not a real Texan till you’ve been kicked out of every decent state in America.
Discourse is fleeting, but junk mail is forever.
Speaking of things that’ll make your head explode, “Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story” finally made it to the drive-in.
A universal draft is most often the instrument of Third World dictators.
It’s not a crime to get drunk.
In some European theaters, it’s still not uncommon to have a late start and three LONG intermissions, because people actually eat and drink and converse during the intermissions.
The best ally you can have in breaking up a street fight is a grandmother.
The Italians always made good wine, but you had the impression they were friendly guys in straw hats running family vineyards with slaves or something so that the vino was never more than ten bucks a bottle.
I AM a male chauvinist. Who’s been saying otherwise?
Everything changed in Bosnia, when General Wesley Clark proved that you could fight a war with high- level precision air strikes and a bare minimum of ground action.
Faith is like a kernel of wheat.