I can hold it up, I can hold it up and I feel everything drain right out of it, and if I go to pick up a cigarette now with this hand I can't pick it up if I hold this hand up in an uphanded position all the time.

Yo, that's crazy, but I don't remember asking.

The poor penurious horde, naught in the cooking pot and naught in the belly.

The following is not the popular view of marriage in our hyperfeminist culture, nevertheless it is God's view.