We all have problems, and we must solve them together or we die alone.
We die alone, but we live among men.
I'm a semi-literate farmer and hired killer. I ain't in the power game.
You couldn't shoot a fart out of your own ass!
Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, one in all, and all in one.
I just know that there are two theories when arguing with women. And neither one works.