The Bigger A Man's Gun The Smaller

I'm Drunk. Correct. What The F*** Is It To You?

When I Joined Custer I Donned The Uniform Of A Soldier. It Was A Bit Awkward At First But I Soon Got To Be Perfectly At Home In Men's Clothes.

We Remained In Texas Leading A Quiet Home Life Until 1889.

I'd Punch That Cocksucker In The Balls Before I'd Cup Him For Comfort.

While In El Paso, I Met Mr. Clinton Burk, A Native Of Texas, Who I Married In August 1885.