Forbye the two queans there was the son, John Gordon, as coarse a devil as you'd meet, he'd already had two-three queans in trouble and him but barely eighteen years old.

One wonders why, to the unbabied adult, that cry is so piercing and so unpleasant; fathers and mothers bear it with equanimity, and even seem to find it a cause for pride.

It will readily be understood that by connecting the censureship of the laws with the private interests of members of the community, and by intimately uniting the prosecution of the law with the prosecution of an individual, the legislation is protected from wanton assailants, and from the daily aggressions of party-spirit.

Eric Cartman: Yeah! This is so tits! Ms. Cartman: Don't say tits, Eric. Cartman: Oh, I mean this is so cool!