a site for a church

“Anything to keep from 'spearing biscuits' ... that's a last resort.” “Uh,” Terry began, before finally just giving up and asking, “What's that mean?” “Spearing biscuits? That's the polite way of saying digging through garbage looking for food.

I had a blue with Dad, said Fay. He wanted to drive us, I wanted to walk.

Shee is the Judge, Thou Executioner, Or if thou needs would'st trench upon her power, Thou mightst have yet enjoy'd thy crueltie, With some more thrift, and more varietie.