who? me?

when the universe gives you sour grapes you have to make vinegar
when you ask a Puritan for his money it is for him the same as hell
when a bitch is a witch do not ask her for crow feathers

they make towels for a reason
no, not for preventing to get wet
it just makes you dry afterwards

a centipede doesn’t beg for pretty feet
the lustre of this day pretty much faded away with tea

merde – il pleut!