Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.
You can run from the grave, but you can't hide.
How about I let you floss with my jugular as well?
Will the real Red Reaper please stand up?
Juan gave Bones the most admiring look he’d bestowed on him yet. “You talked her into going without panties all these years? Madre de Dios, now that’s impressive. I could learn a great deal from you, amigo.
I do not understand this analogy," Mencheres muttered.