Thou shalt not kill anything less than a fifth.
I once spent a year in Philadelphia, I think it was on a Sunday.
What a gorgeous day. What effulgent sunshine. It was a day of this sort the McGillicuddy brothers murdered their mother with an axe.
Remember, Lady Godiva put all she had on a horse and she lost her shirt!
Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water.
You can't cheat an honest man.