You don't curse. I don't trust a man who doesn't curse. Not a "fuck" or a "shit" in all these years. Real men curse.
The adventures of an ordinary man at war with the everyday world.
I have to come home. I have to bring her a present.
Have you ever heard the expression "the customer is always right"?
Look at this sorry, miserable, squashed thing.
Now you're gonna die wearing that stupid little hat. How does it feel?
I'm not economically viable.