The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.
Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.
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.
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.