To find a way past Bobby Moore was like searching for the exit from Hampton Court maze.

My distasteful language comes from desperately wanting to make a point. Then I must swear again since no one apparently gives a damn or they’d speak up. Alas, I must swear at the poor dog because everyone else has left.

Do you enjoy being lied to? Does it endear you to a person? If not, exactly what makes you, or anyone else, believe that a lie has any less negative effect on the fertile mind of a small child?

I chose the truth as my friend when I was twelve. He's been a good friend for sixty years. Not once has he asked that I worship, serve or give him money.

Considering that 47.4% of the babies born in the US arrive as bastards, or if you prefer, born to unwed mothers; is it fair to assume that every other woman you meet has the morals of a bitch dog in heat?

I really adore people who can look at bullshit and see fertilizer.