A Quote by Helen Reddy

You're not going to find a man whose socks don't get dirty or who doesn't snore. — © Helen Reddy
You're not going to find a man whose socks don't get dirty or who doesn't snore.
I have a brother who gives socks for Christmas. He gives socks. Every year, I get a pair of socks from him.
The coolest Christmas present I've ever received is probably socks. My grandma always gets me socks - every year - and that's something that I've probably never bought for myself. If Christmas wasn't around and my grandma didn't get me socks, I wouldn't own any, probably.
When Def Jam wanted to sign Method Man, they wanted to sign Method Man and Old Dirty. And Old Dirty wanted to be on Def Jam - everybody, that was like the dream label. But if I had Old Dirty and Method Man on Def Jam, that's two key pieces going in the same direction, whereas there's other labels that needed to be infiltrated.
The destination you think is going to make you happy, doesn't. I always find myself thinking, "I'm getting ready right now, but when I get to the party it's going to be great!" Once at the party, I find myself going, "Man, can't wait to get in bed tonight. I'm pooped." It's like that with my career, too.
I change my socks often, because I had bad bouts of athlete's foot fungus infections as a kid. I may be able to change socks less frequently and not get the fungus. But, I'd rather not run the test to determine just how infrequently I could change socks. I don't feel superstitious about it.
The dirty little secret is that the pool man, who's making $30,000 a year, is subsidizing the million-dollar mortgage for the family whose pool he cleans. No wonder people want to get rid of tax breaks for corporate jets.
Socks must be at least an 18-percent synthetic blend to insure they don't droop, because droopy socks that show calf are worse than short socks that do the same.
Pierce made a calculating noise, accidentally brushing my knee as he shifted. "As Jenks would say, you snore nice." I smiled back unconvincingly. I snore nice. Not "I opine that your auditory nasal exhalations are most pleasing.
I've always thought that the stereotype of the dirty old man is really the creation of a dirty young man who wants the field to himself.
Me and my brother lived in kind of a shed behind our house, and it was cold. We really lived kind of a dirty existence. It was tough to move away from my father and grandfather in California. I wore socks that were so dirty they were hard and black, and I would go into the lost and found box at school and look for clothes.
There ain't no way to find out why a snorer can't hear himself snore.
As many times as [HIV] changes its clothes, it's still wearing the same socks, and now our job is to make sure we get the body to really hate those socks.
A man speaks only when driven to speech by something outside himself - like, for instance, he can't find any clean socks.
Make sure that when you're going out, you wear socks, because I've been seeing some people coming out with no socks and that. You know, your toes looking like Cheetos. We don't need all of that.
South Hampton is Jacket-With-No-Socks, East Hampton is Socks-With-No-Jacket, Bridge Hampton is Jacket-and-Socks and Sag Harbor, along with the Fun Group, is No-Jacket-and-No-Socks.
Humans will always babble. If someone wants to tweet that they can't decide whether to wear blue socks or brown socks, then fair enough. But when sharing becomes automated, I get the heebie-jeebies.
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