Night and day.

It's a real pretty day.

The newspapers will have a field day.

Until at last, we had a rendezvous with death.

As an officer and a gentleman, it is my duty to report.

It was in his office that I heard General Grant planning the attack on the Culpeper Plantation.

Though sorely wounded, I made my way back to the bank to erase from our national currency the last vestige of his evil continents.

Come in.

I got in.

I believe my dear, sweet, sainted mother expressed it best when she said, Bury God, some days it just don't pay to get out of bed.

Oh, come in, Colonel.

Was I the highest in the class?

I'm back in the picture, huh?

I saw him in action.

And listen to a story about a man named Jed A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed And then one day he was shooting at some food And up to the ground come a bumbling crude Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea

But he was the highest in his class.

I hit him in the cast-iron liver.

I still have the bathing suit that I wore in the beauty contest at Expo 97 in bug tussle.

He lies in a grave unmarked and unmourned.

He'll have her whooped in no time at all.