Never lock horns with a man named after a forest animal
| Why grab the bull and get the horns when you can shoot the bull and get the steaks. Leaves you as confused as Mike Tyson at a spelling bee, doesn’t it? |
More worn out than a three legged grey hound in a rabbit pin
| The pain you feel when someone leaves your life is directly based on how much they were loved when they were in it. |
| I’d rather you hate me for who I am than to love me for who I am not. I don’t want to be slicker than a greased pig turned politician, I want to be honest. |