Prior to blowing off his fucking head, Hostletter was a Ni**er"
Take your fucking apron and consider changing your fucking shirt. Which I fucking suggested yesterday.
Do not put unathorized cinnamon on the fuckin meetin table
If you ain't ate desert yet, don't, Al's broke out the canned peaches.
You must go fuck yourself
That's a very nice fucking letter
Hey, little miss fuckin cinnamon
You've already fucked a horse...
No one gets out alive