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.
You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.
Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.
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?
Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.