The glass of that door surely had some special qualities that must’ve been expensive to come by, but worth it, I’d have to say, judging from the wimpy way those logs merely bounced and failed to bust me in there.
You look like you’d stick up a Chinese laundry just for the conversation.”
smelled like a cotton picker’s hatband.
The sun gives life but you’d be an ash flake if you got close to it, you got to swallow water to live but sometimes it kills you, Uncle Sam don’t truly count you as any relation, and God has gone blank on your name and face.
Note: Now this is a wake-up call. @myen