After thorough consideration
It is time to kick the train of thought right off it’s tracks. The tracks of my tears, knock on wood. Musically speaking, one can make sentences out of song titles and don’t call me liar, liar, pants on fire. Do you know the way to San Jose, on the road again? Six days on the road, little deuce coupe runnin’ on empty, mama get down those rock and roll shoes. Well, it almost made cents, a penny for my thoughts. I would imagine there was this Polish spy who said, “If I told you my job, I would... Sign in to see full entry.