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.
Looks like the good Lord got your ass and face mixed up.
If you win power, remember why you wanted it.
My side ain't chosen. My side was given.
It's wanting that gets so many folks in trouble.