Occupation: Pimp Birth: July 8, 1845 Death: November 15, 1904
You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve..
Bloodletting on my premises that I ain't approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed..
I wouldn't trust a man who wouldn't try to steal a little..
Pain or damage don't end the world..
Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh..
Let's leave it all alone. I'm stupidest when I try to be funny..
The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent..
Don't I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution..
Change ain't looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to..
The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, and give some back..
Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh? Isn't there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?.
The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice..
Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea..