A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.
Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the 'Titanic' who waved off the dessert cart.
Work is the meat of life, pleasure the dessert.
I prefer to regard a dessert as I would imagine the perfect woman: subtle, a little bittersweet, not blowsy and extrovert. Delicately made up, not highly rouged. Holding back, not exposing everything and, of course, with a flavor that lasts.
Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of the pieces.
Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread, and pumpkin pie.
Without ice cream there would be darkness and chaos.
Just think of all those women on the Titanic who said, 'No thank you' to desert that night. And for what?!
But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.
There's nothing better than a good, blind referee.
Don't cry over spilt milk.
Life is short and unpredictable. Eat the dessert first!
I never want to be that guy at a dinner table saying, 'I wish I could have dessert.' I actually went through a stage when I would order dessert first.
Life is short. Eat dessert first.
Life is short, have dessert first.
I blame my dad for my sweet tooth. His motto was 'Life is short; eat dessert first.' How can I argue with that?
Absolutely eat dessert first. The thing that you want to do the most, do that.
You just don't notice the time of your own metamorphosis. Until you do. Every once in a while time dissolves and you remember what you liked as a kid. You jump on your hotel bed, order dessert first, decide to put every piece of jewelry you own on your body and leave the house. Why? Because you can. Because you're the boss. Because... Ooooh. Shiny.
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