It's Better To Have Died

I Finally Figured It Out, I Finally Figured Out How To Find Some Peace And Happiness. I Sure Would Hate For The Man Upstairs To Take Me Now. But At Least I Did Figure It Out.

Life Is A Sexually Transmitted Terminal Disease.

Spring Time Is The Land Awakening.

The Idiot Who Invented Instant Grits Also Thought Of Frozen Fried Chicken, And They Ought To Lock Him Up Before He Tries To Freeze-dry Collards.

The Only Way That I Could Figure They Could Improve Upon Coca-cola, One Of Life's Most Delightful Elixirs, Which Studies Prove Will Heal The Sick And Occasionally Raise The Dead, Is To Put Bourbon In It.