He was trying to dodge the draft.
Trying to get out of his grave.
He's trying to watch his sodium intake.
A year in prison if there's any justice.
You don't cry in your beer when the Irish song is playing.
Diner: Yes it's blown my steak off the plate three times.
A: He's afraid of the draft.
Me: your mother, why W: Stop acting like you're 12. M: (thinking) I dodged that bullet again.
They spent the first nine months of their lives dodging hangers.
