L Stegall: Fred hated to drink alone, but with so many bottles, yet so little time, what else could he do?
L Stegall: Even in winter, somewhere flowers bloom
L Stegall: So, I like the back of these flowers, so what?
L Stegall: Honey, does this angle make my petals look fat?
L Stegall: Bright shiny things
L Stegall: Planes, trains AND Automobiles
L Stegall: The dragon lights the night sky
L Stegall: I only whine when the wine is gone