My Formula For Living Is

I'm Prepared. I Have A Gun And I Know How To Shoot, And Whoever Comes Calling Without An Invitation Will Get It In The Rear End.

It Takes 500 Small Details To Add Up To One Favorable Impression.

I Really Am A Happy, Amusing Fellow At Heart. Trouble Is I Seem The Only One Left.

A Shot Of Brandy Can Save Your Life, But A Bottle Of Brandy Can Kill You.

I Have No Plans To Write An Autobiography, I Will Leave That To Others. I'm Sure They Will Turn Me Into A Homosexual Or A Nazi Spy Or Something Else.