Last night you slept under a blanket of freedom stitched together by death service and lives of our soldiers
| I’ll remember the things I’ve done for awhile, but I’ll remember the folks I did them with until I die. Scars are tattoos with better stories. |
Some folks actions make about as much sense to me as doing an oil change on a totally wrecked car.
The mosquito that bit him last night is hungover this morning.
Scars are just tattoos with better stories. The title for my next book Google lizard tales for the current one. Its gooder than grits.