When he's late for dinner, I know he's either having an affair or is lying dead in the street. I always hope it's the street.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
He that waits upon fortune, is never sure of a dinner.
Him, who incessantly laughs in the street, you may commonly hear grumbling in his closet.
One of my friends went on a murder weekend... now he is doing life for it.
He's looking for the president's kidnapped daughter; everybody he calls on to help him is busy, but lo and behold, you look across the room, and I'm waiting for that action.
I want to let my friend Buster know that I would like to have dinner with him tonight. Does Buster work at home? Then how likely is he to have his cell phone on? Is he one of those people who only turns on his cell when he's in his car? I hate that.
I have had only two men in four years while he appears every week on the newspapers with another woman.
Someone who thinks the world is always cheating him is right. He is missing that wonderful feeling of trust in someone or something.
Poor, darling fellow - he died of food. He was killed by the dinner table.
Many a man's reputation would not know his character if they met on the street.
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead.