Every luxury was lavished on you - atheism, breastfeeding, circumcision.
It's all any reasonable child can expect if the dad is present at the conception.
With madness, as with vomit, it's the passerby who receives the inconvenience.
You were born with your legs apart. They'll send you to the grave in a Y-shaped coffin.
The humble and meek are thirsting for lood
The kind of people who always go on about whether a thing is in good taste invariably have very bad taste.