Tell mother, tell mother, I died for my country... useless... useless. — John Wilkes Booth Copy Share Image
Tell mother, tell mother, I died for my country... useless... useless. — John Wilkes Booth Copy Share Image
“You know that feeling when you kiss your dog's butthole goodnight but it tastes like your uncle's balls? This means that your dog is… — John Wilkes Booth Copy Share Image
“I think I have done well, though I am abandoned, with the curse of Cain upon me.” — John Wilkes Booth Copy Share Image
I do not wish to shed a drop of blood, but 'I must fight the course.' Tis all that's left to me. — John Wilkes Booth Copy Share Image
