Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.
Don't I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.
Pain or damage don't end the world.
Let's leave it all alone. I'm stupidest when I try to be funny.
The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent.
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?