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.

We all need friends, old timer. We die alone, but we live among men.

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.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.