The fact that there is a highway to hell and only a stairway to heaven says a lot...
A lot about the anticipated traffic numbers.
The guy who stole my diary died...
My thoughts are with his family.
A man walks into a bar and orders the latest, seasonal beer.
He takes one gulp and nearly chokes. “This beer goes down like sandpaper!” he yells.
“Of course,” replies the bartender, “it’s only a rough draft.”