Your medical tests are in. You're short, fat, and bald.
The waist is a terrible thing to mind.
I wouldn't mind the rat race - if the rats would lose once in a while.
Mondays are the potholes in the road of life.
There's no future in spending our present worrying about our past.
If I had a nickel for every time I said 'Why me?' I'd have probably said 'Why me?' more often.
