When I die, I hope I have enough time to point at a complete stranger and whisper "You did this."
I'm not a bad guy! I work hard, and I love my kids. So why should I spend half my Sunday hearing about how I'm going to Hell?
Life is an internet. 30 days after you met she wants you to register and begins taking taxes every month
It takes patience to listen. It takes skill to pretend you're listening.