We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.
The way people deal with me - they'll go overboard in trying to be politically correct and make a mess of it. Everyone's so worried about what they're saying to everyone else, that they don't talk very much.
What did Christ really do? He hung out with hard-drinking fishermen.
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