Those As Don't Eat, Without Exception, Fail

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

Those As Don't Eat, Without Exception, Fail To Survive.

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

We Were Ordered Out To Quell An Uprising Of The Indians, And Were Out For Several Days, Had Numerous Skirmishes During Which Six Of The Soldiers Were Killed And Several Severely Wounded.

On October 28th, 1887, I Became The Mother Of A Girl Baby, The Very Image Of Its Father, At Least That Is What He Said, But Who Has The Temper Of Its Mother.