Me, as a little kid: what's that you've got?

My grandad: kit fur to make kitten britches.

My grandad often said "if you can't eat it or f*** it, you sh*t on it or break it. Petcoon!"

Other things he said:

Sh*t fire to save matches!

You got a beer income and a champagne appetite.

Ain't got sense enough to pour piss out of a boot.

Sorry shi*ass!

Wish I'd written it all down. Been gone since '93.


Don't be the darkness.

America will perish while those who should be standing guard are satisfying their lusts.