Here’s to the glass we so love to sip,
It dries many a pensive tear;
’Tis not so sweet as a woman’s lip,
But a danged sight more sincere.
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Perfection at the Start
The first real talking machine, in which no improvement has ever been made, was made out of a rib.
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John Barleycorn may have been officially dead for a number of years, but his funeral expenses still keep piling up.