Our men and women in uniform deserve the best intelligence possible to help them protect America. — Chris Cannon Copy Share Image
“Ferrin looked at her like she had two heads. “You don’t want to marry my son?” “Hell. No.” He resumed his seat. “That’s the… — Chris Cannon Copy Share Image
You know, if we're going to bring down the price of gas, you have to have three things. You have to have a big… — Chris Cannon Copy Share Image
“I threatened him with bodily harm. He promised to bring me cake for the rest of my life.” — Chris Cannon Copy Share Image
Our nation's immigration policy has been of top concern in recent years, and for good reason. With between eight and twelve million illegal aliens… — Chris Cannon Copy Share Image
Many of our nation's great leaders began their careers at a service academy. I encourage anyone interested in a rewarding college experience or military… — Chris Cannon Copy Share Image
Our men and women in uniform deserve the best intelligence possible to help them protect America. — Chris Cannon Copy Share Image
So this judge in Virginia rules that a lesbian wasn't fit to raise her own daughter because she might grow up to be a… — Chris Cannon Copy Share Image
“I took care of the next guy in line while I checked out the girl who was boxing up a pecan pie and decorating it with some sort of fancy ribbon. Watching her wouldn’t be a hardship. She made the retro waitress uniform look good. If she looked as good from the front as she did from the back, maybe… — Chris Cannon Copy Share
“My mom says no guy is perfect, you just have to find one that makes you happy seventy percent of the time.” That was an odd equation. “What about the other thirty percent?” “That’s the time you fantasize about hitting him in the head with a frying pan.” I laughed. “So prince charming is a guy you only want to… — Chris Cannon Copy Share
“Would it help if I performed an interpretive dance while I said the words?” — Chris Cannon Copy Share Image
“Jaxon gave me a compliment. I was sure there’d be winged pigs up there somewhere.” — Chris Cannon Copy Share Image
“Where’s the pizza?” Something warm and furry came and leaned against my right leg. I reached down to pet Rocky, a black lab who was going gray around his eyes and muzzle. “Rocky wants to know where the pizza is, too.” “He’s the reason the food is in the kitchen. Last time we kept it out here on the picnic… — Chris Cannon Copy Share
