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.
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I left work with 4 gallons of gas in my tank. I decided to see if I could make it home without running out. Some people think that’s abnormal, but to me, it was a challenge.
I made it. They were wrong and I am sure quite embarrassed by their doubt. Next time, I try making it home with less.
I’m a wild man.
You can’t stop me.
I’ll take you down with me.
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My wife thinks she married Roger Rabbit.
Not true. She married a fart joke.
Roger Rabbit is a cartoon. I’m invisible.
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He told me that everytime he saw a police car, he thought they were looking for him.
That was a relief. I thought they were after me.
Really.
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A cry of a child is greater than the cheer of a crowd.
One reaches the heart of G-d, the other, the vanity of man.
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You wished me dead. It was you who kept turning the crank to hear the music of my demise. Twas you who opened the box in which you had locked me.
Surprise!
The music stops.
The Jack is out.
It’s a new game now!
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