May the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind illegitimate children chase you so far over the hills of Damnation that the Lord himself can't find you with a telescope. - Irish Curse
I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.
Cry me a river, build me a bridge and get over it.
Everyone is entitled to be stupid but you're abusing the privilege.
Everyone has a photographic memory, some just don't have film.
