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I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.

I don't have a drink problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink.

I'm so broke I can't even pay attention.

Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.

I've been busier than a one-armed bass player.

I don't care who I have to step on on my way down.

I'm getting harder than Chinese algebra.

There ain't no devil, there's just God when he's drunk.

I'm a jack-off of all trades.

I'm not a household word, I'm just a legend in my own mind.

You have to keep busy. After all, no dog's ever pissed on a moving car.

Everybody I like is either dead or not feeling very well.