A Quote by John Kennedy

The NICS database has holes big enough to drive a Mack truck through. — © John Kennedy
The NICS database has holes big enough to drive a Mack truck through.
Your master plan has holes big enough to drive a truck through.
You know how you wake up in the morning and sometimes you look gorgeous and other times you look like you got hit by a mack truck? I realized that my mack truck is food. If I have no sugar, yeast or wine, I have no undereye bags and my skin is perfect.
I drive a big Dodge truck. I drive American cars.
They shoulda called me Little Cocaine, I was sniffing so much of the stuff! My nose got big enough to back a diesel truck in, unload it, and drive it right out again.
Being divorced is like being hit by a Mack truck. If you live through it, you start looking very carefully to the right and to the left.
When I was 16, I used to drive huge loads of laundry in a three ton truck. I would turn round at night to drive back and see the band in a place north of Toronto called Dunn's Pavilion. I would drive that truck all day and they drive back and all the way until one day I wrecked the truck. I fell asleep and wrecked it. I was OK and so was my helper. I called my dad and the first words out of his mouth were, "are you OK?" I was really lucky I had a kind father.
I know I hit like a Mack Truck.
I had a Ford F-250. It was a big ol' farm truck, but it wasn't a rig. That's about the biggest I've ever driven. That's what I drove back and forth to high school. I was a poor guy, and it was a truck that my uncle owned and let me drive because I had no money.
Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.
When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside—walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack or cancer or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job. It's the saddest thing I know.
Did I still feel like I'd been run over by a Mack Truck? Absolutely. It's chemo, after all.
I feel like we've already seen the burger truck, we've seen the lobster-roll truck. There's even healthy-food trucks now. But a big-thick-pizza truck? Come on, man. That'd be amazing.
Where they couldn't pick holes in our arguments they would drive horses and carriages through my character.
What you learn after you are 40 is that it is just about plugging up holes in the boat. You just hope you have enough corks to plug enough of the holes.
I'm watching my own daughter grow up. I see this overt sexual culture coming at her like a Mack truck. She's in seventh grade.
I was doing about five movies a year for many years. I was just so tired. I walked around feeling like a Mack truck hit me.
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