George: If you think you got it bad, this blasted dog I carry around with me everywhere just shit on me. Just keep smiling, hon.
Critical analysis of Georgy Russell's "Georgy Russell for Governor Blog," and other thoughts from a lonely old guy with too much time on his hands.
No. Stop! Please stop! I can't handle any more of these black children. O Jesus. O Christ, I don't think I can keep this smile plastered on my face for much longer...
I used to live in fear of chocking to death on a chicken bone and going to hell, because I was a sinner. But now that I have a God-fearing Heimlich Maneuver expert ready to eject any food lodged in my throat at any given moment, and to preach to me the teachings of the good Lord, I know that my soul will be saved. I don't even mind that he's a crusty baldy and his hands are as clammy as a slug. Thank you Jesus! And thank you BigChurch.com