Women Are Not To Be Hit. They're

Shut Your Evil Mucus-hole You Truth Terrorist. You Lose Every Time A Mirror Implodes From Your Barbed And Gristle Image.

I Don't Have A Tuxedo That Fits Anymore Because My Chest And My Biceps Are Too Big.

I'm 0 For 3 With Marriage - The Scoreboard Doesn't Lie, Never Has. So What We All Have Is A Marriage Of The Heart. To Sully Or Contaminate Or Radically Disrespect This Union With A Shameful Contract Is Something That I Will Leave To The Amateurs And The Bible Grippers.

I've Spent, I Think, Close To The Last Decade Effortlessly And Magically Converting Your Tin Cans Into Pure Gold.

The Truth Is For Suckers, Johnny Boy!