When a man says “Yes,” he means “Maybe”;
When he says “Maybe,” he means “No”;
When he says “No,” he’s no diplomat.
When a woman says “No,” she means “Maybe”;
When she says “Maybe,” she means “Yes”;
But if she says “Yes,” she’s no lady.
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A girl on either side of twenty is merely interesting; at twenty she is
dangerous.
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She: “You didn’t have a shirt on your back when I first met you.”
He: “Well, then, why did you come in the bathroom without knocking?”
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God made man
Frail as a bubble;
God made love,
Love made trouble.
God made the vine;
Was it a sin
That man made wine
To drown trouble in?
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We have just received our copy of the London Spectator, and conclude that
the spirit of spring must have struck that staid and sober paper, for it
prints several verses of the old song, “Johnnie and Frankie,” but with
the wrong chorus. Every connoisseur knows that the real refrain is:
“He was her man,
But he done her wrong.”
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A gambling flea one day met some mice,
Suggested a trip to the barn to shake dice;
When in came a horse and stepped on the flea,
And the flea squealed out, “There’s a horse on me.”
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Look before you sleep—especially at the seaside.
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