While in El Paso, I met Mr. Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885.
On October 28th, 1887, I became the mother of a girl baby, the very image of its father, at least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother.
We remained in Texas leading a quiet home life until 1889.
I'd punch that cocksucker in the balls before I'd cup him for comfort.
The bigger a man's gun the smaller his doodlewick.
I'm drunk. Correct. What the f*** is it to you?