It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and I’m wearing Milk-Bone underwear.
I would get cleavage advice from a diamond cutter. (Or Wally and the Beav.)
Long before the World Wide Web was the World Wide Wicket Company, from How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying.
Anyone here old enough to remember “Mary Worth”? That was a tragic strip.
“Back out the car” must be some sort of euphemism.
Careful, Satchel. ‘Oover makes vacuums.
I know the rest; it rhymes man with hand. That’s as far as I’ll go…
Where’s Chuck Connors? (obscure?)
“Uh, all of them, I think.”
Yeah, Sigma Gamma Rho.
It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and I’m wearing Milk-Bone underwear.