I was a hard-workin' little boy. Oh, I worked. Pullin' cotton, shockin' grain, cuttin' wheat, loadin' wheat, choppin' cotton, cleanin' chicken houses, milkin' cows, plowin'.
You know you're getting old when you go to more funerals than you do weddings.
Being a Baptist won't keep you from sinning, but it'll sure as hell keep you from enjoying it.
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