It’s now the next day, and as I predicted the silent crying began. No one knows. No one cares. No one.
Maybe I outta tie that long hair on your head to the short hair on your a** and kick you down the street!
-Hank Hill aka King of the hill
You shut your goddang mouth! or I’ll shove that ditchwitch down your throat and dig a tunnel straight through to sunshine you f*****!
