/begin drawl> Hell, my momma was in a hand basket when she done birthed me. Y'all can all hitch a ride in that thar car-pool-lane-haulin'-ass basket with Miss Weaver, here, and I. Yessiree!
/end drawl>
That would be me after a few sublime days in Atlanta and some fine booze shared with the finest of friends.
Saint: is balancing on recently sharpened horns...)
Needed a laugh tonight - this thread cured that. Too cool~
We are all going to hell, just some of us will be taking the express lane, while others will be on the non stop express, and then there are some that think they won't be going, but they will be there just a little later.
We are all going to hell, just some of us will be taking the express lane, while others will be on the non stop express, and then there are some that think they won't be going, but they will be there just a little later.