Ein bißchen Humor aus den amerikanischen Süd-Staaten:
How can I miss you, when you wound go away.
If the Phone don’t ring, you know it’s me.
When you leave, walk out backwards, so I’ll think you’re walking in.
If I shot you when I wanted too, I would be out by now.
If you wound leave me alone, I’ll will find someone who will.
I am so miserable without you, it’s almost like having you here.
I am sorry I made you cry, but at least your face is cleaner.
Take me out to the cornfield honey, and I’ll kiss you between the ears.
The oil is all in Texas, but the dipsticks are in DC.
I my nose was running money honey, I’ll blow it all on you.