She said she was working as stripper so she could feed her kids. You should’ve seen her face when I put seven cans of green beans on the stage.

If a man is always wrong and the woman always right, then the man tells the woman she’s right, is he still wrong?

As we say here in the backwoods, “She was dressed to nines.” She had bought all sorts of glamour magazines to learn the fanciest dressing a woman could anywhere whether it be our little burg or the big city, which she hoped to visit soon. Once that big day came, she wrapped herself in in…

There’s nothing like sitting by the campfire — watching the evidence burn.

I used to dream of Camelot. Now, I dream of Cameltoe.

I bought the book, “The Joy of Cooking,” because someone told me it was ‘better than sex.’ So, now what do I do with my “The Joy of Sex” book?

Dominic promised himself that he would not put up a fight or openly show fear. Instead he planned to walk to the “Ending Room” without hesitation. It was the waiting he had to admit that was the hardest. He knew this day was coming three months ago but he had no idea the final few…

Some people create joy where ever they go, others create joy when ever they go.

When asked, ‘What sign were you born under?’ I always answer, ‘A warning sign.’

Where we put our childhood memories and how they get buried, verses when they suddenly choose to reappear has always fascinated me. However, in some cases the memory that resurfaces is so much more interesting than the other. The trigger to this memories reemergence was a simple photograph of a rooster. (Told you some memories…