When a man with a singsong voice tells me to fuck off, it ALWAYS concerns me, boyo.

I just know that there are two theories when arguing with women. And neither one works.

Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.

Men are born, and then they're formed.

It ain't no secret I didn't get these scars falling over in church.