I'm telling you, it's fu**ing hard to be classy

I'm telling you, it's fu**ing hard to be classy

Am I to assume you would rather not have us as clients?"
 "Let me think about that for a nanosecond," Dickie said. "Yes! Last time you were in my office you tried to kill me."
 "That's an exaggeration. Maim you, yes. Kill you, probably not."


Maybe it was me," Grandma said."Sometimes they sneak out.Did I fart?

I attributed the incidence to temporary insanity, and in my own defense, I'd like to say I haven't run over anyone since.

Good thing he's dead," Lula said, "or that would have hurt like the devil.

I don't feel so good." Lula said. And she farted. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and did a full minute-long fart. "Excuse me." she said. I was horrified and impressed all at the same time. It was a record breaking fart. On my best day, I couldn't come near to farting like that.