Just heard somebody say I had a big ego. Babe, I was carrying the room, the band, and the lighting budget. by Frank Sinatra

That’s not a grudge, that’s a long memory with great taste.

He can win any argument if he starts singing over you.

I’m just here for the free drink and to watch Frank lose an argument to punctuation.

You also carried your grudges like they were luggage, Frank.

And yet somehow I’m the only one invited back. Curious.