Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it’s the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
Quote, saying and phrase by: S. J. Perelman
Their the waiters’ eyes sparkled and the…
Their the waiters’ eyes sparkled and their pencils flew as she proceeded to eviscerate my wallet – pt, Whitstable oysters, a sole, filet mignon, and a favorite salad of the Nizam of Hyderabad made of shredded five-pound notes.
Quote, saying and phrase by: S. J. Perelman