Sometimes we hold on to the good and the better for a very long time that we don’t even know when we allowed the best to slip away from our hands.

Love is like trying to wrestle an albino. It’s tough because they’re slippery and all lubed up with sunscreen.

I stepped on a banana spider today. I didn’t crush it, but I did slip and fall. Then I got bit by one of the Three Stooges, possibly John McCain.

You cannot penalize a man for one slip. Then she lay wondering about the word slip. When you slip, you fall, but maybe it is not such a sore fall because you have slipped.

Some people are so positive, that when they slip in dog poop, they pirouette