I have a deeply held belief that the questions one asks are more important than the knowledge one has.
I've been riding past this barn for nine months now, and this ladder hasn't ever moved.
I have lots of questions....
Was alcohol involved?
Are they planning to repair something?
Who was the last person to climb this ladder? Again...was alcohol involved?
Do these people just not know the meaning of the word quit?
How many colors can a Chevrolet pick up be at the same time?
These questions go on and on.
What do you think?
I've been riding past this barn for nine months now, and this ladder hasn't ever moved.
I have lots of questions....
Was alcohol involved?
Are they planning to repair something?
Who was the last person to climb this ladder? Again...was alcohol involved?
Do these people just not know the meaning of the word quit?
How many colors can a Chevrolet pick up be at the same time?
These questions go on and on.
What do you think?