| You’d rather be super glued to the Tasmanian Devil in a phone booth than to slap me with a smile and tell me it’s a kiss. Wolves can’t hide. |
| My prayer today is that God insulates me from the world and doesn’t allow me to isolate myself from it. Country doesn’t belong in the city. |
You give some women heaven and earth and they still want a tobacco field in hell
Everything my brother learned in life I decided he learned from Gilligan’s Island
A surefire way not to be able to enjoy the roses is to continue to water and feed your weeds