Good people drink good beer.
Faster, Faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.
No cop was ever born who wasn't a sucker for a finely-executed high-speed Controlled Drift all the way around one of those clover-leaf freeway interchanges.
I keep my mouth shut now. I've turned into a professional coward.
I feel trapped if I know I can't kill myself at anytime
Richard Nixon looks like a flaming liberal today, compared to a golem like George Bush. Indeed. Where is Richard Nixon now that we finally need him?