There was nothing particularly wrong with them; they were just the ordinary garden variety of human garbage.
Catch a throatful from the fire vocal Ashing and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull.
The motto goes: Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll. I prefer: Love, Hugs and Hip-Hop Soul.
There's four sides to every story. . . If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me.
Scared of a bunch of water? Then get out the rain. Order a rapper for lunch, and spit out the chain.
Raise your right palm: We do solemnly swear To stack more dough more calmly this year.
Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck, And still keep your attitude on self-destruct.
I've always loved life, and I've never known what's ahead. I love not knowing what might be round the corner. I love serendipity.
Suggested remedy for the common cold: A good gulp of whiskey at bedtime-it's not very scientific, but it helps.
The idea was put to me, and my initial reaction was of slight sort of - I was slightly appalled, really, because in the U. K. , we don't - we think it's all a bit vulgar, you know, doing Christmas or cashing in on Christmas. And there's a word we have for it, which is naff. And it's not exactly uncool. It really sort of means kind of vulgar and a bit - not very stylish.
If, in your relationship with the Lord, you do not feel that He loves you tenderly, you are missing something, you still have not understood what grace is, you have not yet received grace which is this closeness.