A rancid-smelling aphrodisiac.
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All day long, they lie in the sun, and when the sun goes down, they lie some more.
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Basically, I'm for anything that gets you through the night - be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniels.
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Hell hath no fury like a hustler with a literary agent.
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Here's to the confusion of our enemies!
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I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day.
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I'm for whatever gets you through the night.
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May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.
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Rock 'n Roll: The most brutal, ugly, desperate, vicious form of expression it has been my misfortune to hear.
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The martial music of every sideburned delinquent on the face of the earth.
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The thing that influenced me most was the way Tommy played his trombone. It was my idea to make my voice work in the same way as a trombone or violin-not sounding like them, but "playing" the voice like those instrumentalists.
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When lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday, cash me out.
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