Quotes and Sayings - 5


Gamesmanship does not stand alone like good sportsmanship and poor sportsmanship because it is poor sportsmanship.

I need to develop a thicker skin?  Try shedding a few layers you hippo critical rhinoceros!

Astral showers fall flowers.  Fall showers astral flowers.

As creakers of habit we tense with time.

If someone falls asleep during my speech please wake me up.

Lunacy is to become totally immersed within the confines of an appendage located north of the shoulders.

Prison is where you make it.

Those who think they know everything don’t know much at all and those who know everything are not of this world. Ask me anything.

From ever close-up to away and afar the fine print of life reflects the stars.

I’ve not become very attached to my hair but it’s attached to me.

earring tinnitus

Over-baked by three weeks makes me a “late bloom’n baby boomer.”

Socialism is cannibalism of contrarianism.

Some speak about living on borrowed time – I speak with borrowed teeth.

The largest organ inside our biggest organ is the liver of life.
Arise wise to face-a-life with no face-a-lift.

There can be a lot of honesty in sad songs and a lot of sadness in honest songs.

If I don’t wake up tomorrow there’s always today.

Better to lead with trepidation than to follow naively.

Amble on up to the ambo for a rambling preamble.

If you think your excreta doesn’t stink get off of your colossal camel because you are defecating in de Nile.

How much is too little? Less than you want or less than you need?

Food for thought – thinking you are safe from all predators but you’re actually swimming in de Nile.

I don’t know what classic rock is but I did grow up listening to rock.

By pedal buy metal bicycle.

I’m not a reflection of my country – my country is a reflection of me.

What is NIX?  IX=9, N=? It totally bugged me and I felt real lousy until the pharmacist helped out and I no longer feel lousy!

Commando dilemma - too brief or not to brief?

If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't know what I was missing.

Poison is prison is my decision.

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