I refused to conform to an image that a lot of people thought a president’s brother should adopt.
The press made me something I really wasn’t and I tried to live up to what they made me.
Yes, I’m a real southern boy.
I do not deny I brought most of my notoriety on myself, nor do I apologize for it.
I’ve got a sister who races motorcycles and another sister who’s a Holy Roller preacher.
My mother went into the Peace Corps when she was sixty-eight.
I always said what I thought and I didn’t hold anything back.
I had this beer brewed just for me. I think its the best I ever tasted. And I’ve tasted a lot. I think you’ll like it too.
Beer is not a good cocktail-party drink, especially in a home where you don’t know where the bathroom is.
I think I may have created a monster with my – I won’t say act – but with my redneck pose.
There is no such thing as a bad beer. It’s that some taste better than others.
Yes, sir. I’m a real Southern boy. I got a red neck, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.
Paintings are like a beer, only beer tastes good and it’s hard to stop drinking beer.