A Quote by Ron White

Don't bring your kids to my show, and I won't come to your house and cuss. — © Ron White
Don't bring your kids to my show, and I won't come to your house and cuss.
Unless you're really going to have a serious relationship, don't bring your kids into it. Don't show your child that people come and go.
Have you ever thought about registering as a sex offender just so your friends won't bring their kids over to your house?
Bring on your tear gas, bring on your grenades, your new supplies of Mace, your state troopers and even your national guards. But let the record show we ain't going to be turned around.
You can cuss out colonialism, imperialism, and all other kinds of ism, but it's hard for you to cuss that dollarism. When they drop those dollars on you, your soul goes.
When buying a new house ... Buy the house far enough away from school so your kids can't come home for lunch.
Of course you don't want your kids swearing. But remember how fun it was to cuss when you were in the first grade?
I have two rules when you come to my house on Halloween. Wear a costume - 'cause if you've manned your door at your own house, you know how many kids will roll up, 14 years old with no costume and an attitude. My other rule: don't grab. Let me assess you and then design a candy situation for you.
Childbearing, I mean, if there's no place to go to deliver your baby, then you're the one that's delivering in those unhealthy circumstances. Or if you can't get access to family planning, your chances of surviving and being able to bring your kids up if they come one right after the other, that locks you into a cycle of poverty.
Come to my house and you'll see if I'm gay. And bring your sister.
Late-night shows are 'Chopped.' Who are your guests tonight? Your guests tonight are veal tongue, coffee grounds and gummy bears. There, make a show ... Make an appetizer that appeals to millions of people. That's what I like. How could you possibly do it? Oh, you bring in your own flavors. Your own house band is another flavor.
It's hard to separate your remembered childhood and its emotional legacy from the childhoods that are being lived out in your house, by your children. If you're lucky, your kids will help you make that distinction.
I don't think you should bring up your kids with no wallowing. Somewhere in there is an area where you make sure your kids are all right, but they can also cry. Just maybe not every morning.
You have to think, when I was growing up Internet was a thing but no one had it. We didn't have it at the house, so music was not accessible at your fingertips. Whatever you had in your CD player was what you had, and a CD was $15.99 and if you weren't 18 years old, it couldn't have any cuss words on it. Now it is so accessible.
Even when 20 years have passed, bring your kids when you come to cheer us on.
Come over to my house with your sister, baby, and I'll show you who's gay!
Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets. Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.
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