A girl who bonnets a policeman with an ashcan full of bottles is obviously good wife-and-mother timber.
Whenever I get that sad, depressed feeling, I go out and kill a policeman.
Ами че ако се беше омъжила за Трипуд, щях да имам внуци, които да ми отмъкват часовника, докато ги дундуркам на коляното си.
Peculiarity of golf, as of love, that it temporarily changes the natures of its victims;
Man who forgets what day he was married, when he’s been married one year, will forget, at about the end of the fourth, that he’s married at
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Beggars approached the task of trying to persuade perfect strangers to bear the burden of their maintenance with that optimistic vim which makes all the difference.
Beggars approached the task of trying to persuade perfect strangers to bear the burden of their maintenance with that optimistic vim which makes all the difference. It was one of those happy mornings.
You're one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It's a great gift.
You can't press your suit and another fellow's trousers simultaneously.
You are falling into your old error, Jeeves, of thinking that Gussie is a parrot. Fight against this. I shall add the oz.
Would you say my head was like a pumpkin, Wooster?’ ‘Not a bit, old man.’ ‘Not like a pumpkin?’ ‘No, not like a pumpkin. A touch of the dome of St Paul’s, perhaps.
Well, the natives seemed fairly friendly, so I decided to stay the night. I made a mental note never to seem fairly friendly to an explorer. If you do, he always decides to stay the night.
We do not tell old friends beneath our roof-tree that they are an offence to the eyesight.
We are going to do a play, and we want another man. The man who was going to play one of the parts has had to go back to London. Poor devil! Fancy having to leave a place like this and go back to that...
This man's brother I was telling you about, said Spennie, says there's only one rhyme in the English language to 'burglar', and that's 'gurgler'. Unless you count 'pergola', he says——
They walked on in silence. Katie's heart was beating with a rapidity that forbade speech. Nothing like this very direct young man had ever happened to her before. She had grown so accustomed to regard...
There, my boy, he said. It's awfully kind of you, Mr. Windlebird. My dear boy, don't mention it. If you're satisfied, I'm sure I am. Mr. Windlebird always spoke the truth when he could. He spoke it no...
There you see two typical members of the class which has down-trodden the poor for centuries. Idlers! Non-producers! Look at the tall thin one with the face like a motor-mascot. Has he ever done an ho...
There is enough sadness in life without having fellows like Gussie Fink-Nottle going about in sea boots.