The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, and give some back.
Change ain't looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.
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.
Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.
You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.