Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future
Say I’m weak, you don’t know me. Ugly, you can’t see me. Fake, you can’t judge me. Dumb, you can’t understand me. Lost, you don’t know my God
Why doesn’t glue ever stick to the inside of the bottle?
| You’d rather be super-glued to the underbelly of a moose in rutting season than to call Amy out, because it’s easier to get on that train than to get off. |
How can the professor on Gillian’s Island make a radio out of a coconut but he can’t patch the hole in a boat?