A plot is two dogs and one bone.

A plot is two dogs and one bone.

I’d heard about the Baptists from Jacob Henry’s mother. According to her, Baptists were a strange lot. They put you in water to see how holy you were. Then they ducked you under the water three times. Didn’t matter a whit if you could swim or no. If you didn’t come up, you got dead and your mortal soul went to Hell. But if you did come up, it was even worse. You had to be a Baptist.

My backside and my privates. I’m stuck so full of prickers, it makes me smart just to think on it.

Never miss a chance to keep your mouth shut.

A good writer writes with a camera, not a pen.