I hate to say this, but I'll repeat it: After death, all we know that you do is stink.
Radio stinks. The stations are making a lot of money, but they just aren't taking chances.
I could have a degree in music and come on the show, and Simon could still say 'You stink'.
Hulk Hogan, you may be a household word, but so is garbage, and it stinks when it gets old too.
I'd like to hear them be a bit more creative, though. I've heard 'you're a sieve, you stink' my whole life and you can tell it's obviously affected me.
I've changed my mind about it (DH) - instead of being bad, it stinks.
You can't be in the music business as long as "Steve and Edie" have, if you stink.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
fish and visitors stink in 3 days.
What smells good in the store may stink in the stewpot.
War stinks! There's nothing good about it. But you know the whole thing, it's you or them.
Even when you self-destruct, you want to fail more, lose more, die more than others, stink more than others.
I've decided something: Commercial things really do stink. As soon as it becomes commercial for a mass market it really stinks.
Marriage is a psychological condition, not a civil contract and a license. Once a marriage is dead, it is dead, and it begins to stink faster than a dead fish.
There's one thing I never did do, and that was stink.
If you think you stink, you probably do.
Everybody acts like they're in a movie in most movies. That's why they stink.
I will not do a role that I don't think I can do, that I'm not interested in, where there's no humanity, that doesn't have any kind of handle for me at all because I know I'll just stink the joint up.
Winning is like deodorant - it comes up and a lot of things don't stink.
If opinion hath lighted the lamp of thy name, endeavor to encourage it with thy own oil, lest it go out and stink; the chronical disease of Popularity is shame; if thou be once up, beware; from fame to infamy is a beaten road.
