The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, and give some back.
The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent.
Don't I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.
Bloodletting on my premises that I ain't approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.
Change ain't looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.
Let's leave it all alone. I'm stupidest when I try to be funny.
Pain or damage don't end the world.
Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.
I wouldn't trust a man who wouldn't try to steal a little.
You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.
Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh? Isn't there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?
The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.
Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.
