Churchill: Nancy, you're ugly.
Lady Astor: Winston, you're drunk.
Churchill: But in the morning, I will be sober, and you will still be ugly.
Between two friends of mine:
Stan: I fell asleep at the wheel on the turnpike and hit a divider.
Scott: Oh my God! You fell asleep at the wheel!? Did you die?
Stan: Yes, I died. That's how I'm here now telling you about it.
"Those who expect to reap the blessings of Freedom must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it." - Thomas Paine
"There's man all over for you. Blaming on his boots the faults of his feet." - Samuel Beckett (from 'Waiting for Godot', yes I've read the play)
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