If I hadn't done this I might have ended up digging the roads.
What are children anyway? Midget drunks. They greet you in the morning by kneeing you in the face and talking gibberish. They can't even walk straight.
The truth is that I'm constitutionally incapable of doing an ordinary job.
Don't clap I'm not a jazz band for Christ's sake.
I'm not a fighter, I'm a bleeder.
You know what you are? You're a beard with an idiot hanging off it.