He’s a policeman, a soldier, a programmer, a farmer, a murderer, a priest and a politician. He is anything that he wants to be. He’s a salesman by day and an author by night.
Subscribe to posts in a reader
Log in
I was born with no brakes. All I have is gas and a radio that only plays one station.
No one wants to ride with me.
Category: Phffft | Comments Off | Print This Post
Let’s trade names for one day and see if anyone notices.
Oh, and the clothes. Don’t forget the clothes. |-|
Category: Phffft | Comments Off | Print This Post
I am an intern in a hospital for the spiritually insane.
I know I’m an intern because I have keys.
Patients don’t have keys.
Category: Phffft | Comments Off | Print This Post
They take coffee beans, roast them and grind them into powder. You filter hot water through the powder to make coffee.
I’m thinking of doing the same thing with pinto beans. I’ll invite my friends over for a hot cup of pinto. It will catch on, and soon there will be pinto houses everywhere.
Bring your guitar.
I think about things like this sometimes.
Category: Phffft | Comments Off | Print This Post
I wonder what the Bible would look like if the scribes had used smilies.
“…hearing, they hear not :lalala: ”
“…seeing, they see not XX( ”
The sermon on the mount would have been LOADED! 
Category: Phffft | Comments Off | Print This Post