When you fight for or defend your personal freedom what does that make you, a fighter or a terrorist?
“Hi, Biscus” I overheard someone say, but when I looked around I didn’t see a guy in a field of pink.
“If you want to be successful, you’ll have to go the whole nine yards.” I assumed the coach knew what he was talking about, but when I looked at the track, I couldn’t help but wonder how I was to run the other 400 meters.
“It’s a buoy!” yelled the nurse, and I felt proud, until I saw the rubber thing float around in water. Apples don’t fall too far from a tree or so they say, but this thing fell down on another planet.
“A wake?” they asked and I said ‘Yes!’ but the people next to me just cried over a dead body.
Is that when your nose gets ‘horny’?
“We’re back to square one,” said a voice matter-of-factually. “Really?” I mumbled. “I didn’t even get what was on square 2!” End of discussion.