It was the happiest day of her life. She strode up to the altar, kissed her husband and closed the lid.
You're a mouse studying to be a rat.
She's so skanky she was born with her legs apart.
Her idea of fidelity is not having more than one man in bed at the same time.
The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech.
Where others have hearts he carries a tumor of rotten principles.
Some cause happiness where ever they go; others by whenever they go.
Some folks are wise and some are otherwise.
Some folks seem to have descended from the chimpanzee later than others.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.