You might be a redneck if the first words out of your mouth every time you see friends are Howdy!, Hey! or How Y'all Doin'?
They are only safe That know to soothe the prince's appetite, And serve his lusts.
Pleasures of worse natures Are gladly entertained, and they that shun us Practice in private sports the stews would blush at.
Greatness, with private men Esteem'd a blessing, is to me a curse; And we, whom, for our high births, they conclude The happy freemen, are the only slaves. Happy the golden mean!
Virgin me no virgins! I must have you lose that name, or you lose me.
What a seaOf melting ice I walk on!
The good needs fear no law, It is his safety and the bad man's awe.
The President's policy proposal, known as 'chained CPI,' would re-calculate the cost of living for Social Security beneficiaries. That new number won't keep up with inflation on things like food and health care -- the basics that we need to live. In short, 'chained CPI' is just a fancy way to say 'cut benefits for seniors, the permanently disabled, and orphans. '
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.
I wonder if a single thought that has helped forward the human spirit has ever been conceived or written down in an enormous room: except, perhaps, in the reading room of the British Museum.
Dance when you're perfectly free.