Authenticity of the Author in the Augustinian Age

I’ve just got to be the most authentic person that I know of.

No bones about it.

No two ways about it.

Not a snowball’s chance in hell.

Not in a coon’s age.

Not until the pope’s not catholic.

Not until the bear doesn’t shit in the woods.

Not until my shit don’t stink.

Not until the end justifies the meanies.