It's got guns, knives, fast cars, and Heather Locklear. That's women's work. I am incapable of making a decision. You know how bad my memory is. The girl selling them on the corner was a real babe.
Women are generally too smart to play it.
Oh, don't fuss. I just cut myself, it's no big deal. I have actually severed a limb, but will bleed to death before I admit I'm hurt. And I sure hope I think of some pretty soon. It didn't fall into my outstretched hands, so I'm completely clueless.