I can’t help but wonder how many of us guys would have become successful wheat farmers if it hadn’t been for our better halves propping us up and making us feel that we are not such bad eggs?
A lot of my best friends are sincere Christians. I happen to have a bad distaste for any evangelist that can’t stay out of trouble and takes advantage of the blockheads and the innocent ones.
Always, if possible, have the fair sex as truck drivers. It will cause your best manners to show when she drives up for a load of wheat.
A hug should transmit a friendship that lasts forever, unless you are a hypocrite with sneaky intentions.
Many farmers figure spring hasn’t arrived until my shirt comes off, so I do serve some useful purpose.
What's wrong with living with the thought that any day could be you last day? Would you then bark at your wife?
Some of us get by with so little health problems that we can find time to create our own psychosomatic illness.
We Christmas children of the past are now playing the roles of parents, grandparents, or the childless ones. It’s how we found ourselves cast in life.
I agree with Ed that the flames of hell are no laughing matter. It smarts like heck by just sticking your finger in a flame—let alone having your whole body submerged in fire for eternity.
We are not all made out of the same mold. Frankly, I get homesick when we take an overnight stay in a motel unless the car is parked facing home.
Before Sugar Entered My Life
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