I chose this over Corvettes and 20-year-old blondes. My wife was happy I did.

The happy married man dies in good stile at home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don't die at all - he sort of rots away, like a pollywog's tail.

I am so happy for Tom and Cindy, and I am grateful that they can now put this two-year saga behind them, and move on in life.

The Old Year has gone. Let the dead past bury its own dead. The New Year has taken possession of the clock of time. All hail the duties and possibilities of the coming twelve months!

Your wife is the mirror image of you.If she is happy you will be happy.

Blondes are like white mice, you only find them in cages. They wouldn’t last long in nature. They’re too conspicuous.