So long as the presence of death lurks with anyone who goes through the simple act of swallowing, I will make mine whiskey.


W.C. Fields by Himself (ed. 2016)


So long as the presence of death lurks with anyone who goes through the simple act of swallowing, I will make mine whiskey.

So long as the presence of death lurks with anyone who goes through the simple act of swallowing, I will make mine whiskey.

So long as the presence of death lurks with anyone who goes through the simple act of swallowing, I will make mine whiskey.

So long as the presence of death lurks with anyone who goes through the simple act of swallowing, I will make mine whiskey.