You were born with your legs apart. They'll send you to the grave in a Y-shaped coffin.
It's all any reasonable child can expect if the dad is present at the conception.
People think I write fantasy, but I don't; some things may be exaggerated or distorted in the same way that painters distort and alter things, but they're realistic figures. They're perfectly recognisable.
Every luxury was lavished on you - atheism, breastfeeding, circumcision.
Policemen, like red squirrels, must be protected.
The kind of people who always go on about whether a thing is in good taste invariably have very bad taste.