| In life, the hardness of the butter is always proportional to the softness of the bread. |
If life was fair the horse would get to ride somtimes
| The garden of life is filled with snakes. When reaching for a rose you might be bit. Now you can choose to head for help or chase the snake. Choose wisely. |
| Being on TV doesn’t make us famous anymore than being born in the mud makes us pigs. God put us here, fans keep us here. |
| Call me Butter, cause I’m on a roll. |