A Quote by Chris Gayle

They say that a martini is like a woman's breast.  One ain't enough and three is too many. — © Chris Gayle
They say that a martini is like a woman's breast. One ain't enough and three is too many.
One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.
One martini is just right. Two martinis are too many. Three martinis are never enough.
Martinis are like breasts, one isn't enough, and three is too many.
I have either a cucumber martini, gin martini, or a vodka martini. That's it. Simple.
Breast cancer is scary and no one understands that like another woman who has gone through it too.
Too many pitchers, that's all, there are just too many pitchers Ten or twelve on a team. Don't see how any of them get enough work. Four starting pitchers and one relief man ought to be enough. Pitch 'em every three days and you'd find they'd get control and good, strong arms.
we live in a world of excess: too many kinds of coffee, too many magazines, too many types of bread, too many digital recordings of Beethoven's Ninth, too many choices of rearview mirrors on the latest Renault. Sometimes you say to yourself: It's too much, it's all too much.
It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because of what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavors, in the air or on the tongue, half-colors, too many.
Can desire grow out of admiration, or are the two quite distinct species? What would it be like to lie side by side, naked, breast to breast, with a woman one principally admires?
So many people have asked me how I could possibly be a role model and dress like a tramp and get implants... all I have to say is that self-esteem is how you look at yourself and I feel good enough about myself so wear that kind of clothing... the breast implant issue has nothing to do with that.
At 19, if a woman said no, no meant no. If she didn't say anything and she was open, and she was down, it was like how far can I go? If I touch her breast and she's down for me to touch her breast, cool. If I touch her lower, and she's down and she's not stopping me, cool. I'm going to kiss her or whatever. It was simply if a woman said no or pushed you away that was non-consent.
Happiness is a dry martini and a good woman ... or a bad woman.
I feel like being a 2019 XXL Freshman is just, it's important for me because not too many women can say they've... gotten anything like this, not too many people from where I come from can say that they've gotten anything like this.
Mourning the loss of the phone call is like pining for buggy driving or women in hats or three-martini lunches. They've gone.
It's so acceptably easy for a woman not to strive too hard, not to be too adventure-crazed, not to take too many risks, not to enjoy sex with full candor ... It isn't seemly for a woman to have that much zest.
There are some things for which three words are three too many, and three thousand words that many words too less.
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