My friend Terry

My friend Terry is a great guy. I love him because he has an enormous heart, he loves Jesus, he prays for me, he gets my warped sense of humor, he paid for my breakfast on Sunday (yes, I can be bought), he has an infectious, hearty laugh. I like being Terry's friend because he has guns. When it all goes down, when there is rioting in the streets, when we are invaded by another country or aliens from outer space, I'm going over to Terry's house. Terry even carries a gun in his Bible. I'm serious. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition indeed. He is a Harley riding gifted musician who can fix anything and will give you the shirt off his back. Everyone should have a friend like Terry, but they can't, because there is only one Terry.