BIG HEADS.
Every time he looks in the mirroe, he takes a bow.
He's a real big gun, of small calibre and immense bore.
He's so big headed, he cant get an aspirin to fit him.
His head is getting too big for his toupee.
His egotism is nature's compensation for his mediocrity.
He's always letting off esteem.
Its a wonder such a big head holds such a small brain.
His conceit is the tribute of a fool.
He claims to be the architect of his own success, a pity the building
inspectors did not come round during the construction.
On his last birthday he sent his parents a letter of congratulation.
His head is so big they hae to pin back his ears to get him through Grand
Central Station.
His swelled head is just nature's frenzied effort to fill a vacuum.
Take the air out of a little wheel and all you have left is a flat tyre.
Mercury.
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