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When I was about 11, my mother bought me a picture of a group of wildhorses running across the plains, all the horses were black except for one white one.
The caption said-"Some of us weren't cut out to run with the crowd."
Words to live by.
Last thing my bastard father said to me before he died,
"Son don't! That gun is loaded!":eek:
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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