God this [Birthday] stuff isn't getting to me - the shootings, the knifings, the beatings. Old ladies being bashed in the head for their social security checks. Nah that doesn't bother me. But you know what does bother me? You know what makes me really sick to my stomach? It's watching you stuff your face with those hotdogs! Nobody - I mean nobody puts ketchup on a hot dog!
In this world there's two kinds of people, my friend. Those with loaded guns, and those who dig. You dig.
They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.
Be advised, I'm not mean, nasty and tired, don't eat constantino wire and piss napalm, nor put a round through a flea's *** at 200 meters BUT,,,, I share my birthday with my idol (may 31st) - Clint Eastwood!
"You see my mule don't like people laughing. He gets the crazy idea you're laughing at him. Now if you apologize like I know you're going to, I might convince him that you really didn't mean it"
"to hell with them pigrims, buzzards gotta eat, same as worms"