(*contemplates throwing them after Night*)Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Good night, Nighty.
Printable View
(*contemplates throwing them after Night*)Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Good night, Nighty.
Oh God, I need a break from worrying about God.
Did that girl scout just steal that elderly man's wallet?
"where have all the cowboys gone?"
all down in Texas....
I smell.....
why do they call them EARS of corn?
I think who you need is the "Hero of Canton"...Quote:
Originally Posted by ktd222
Let me ellaborate...the hero of canton, the man they call jayne...
Jayne
The man they call Jayne
He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor
Stood up to the Man and he gave him what for
Our love for him now ain't hard to explain
The Hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne
Now Jayne saw the Mudders' backs breaking
He saw the Mudders lament
And he saw the magistrate taking
Every dollar and leaving five cents
So he said, "You can't do that to my people"
He said "You can't crush 'em under your heel"
Jayne strapped on his hat
And in five seconds flat
Stole everything Boss Higgins had to steal
He robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor
Stood up to the Man and he gave him what for
Our love for him now ain't hard to explain
The Hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8itulA_JDek
:D
Ay, a noble deed, indeed. But a part of me thinks an eye cannot be for an eye, this cannot be the way to go.Quote:
Originally Posted by Stanislaw
I suppose...but it is satisfying!Quote:
Originally Posted by ktd222
Random thought of the day...
The blues never fade away....elton john ( music but since you can only read it the words are by Bernie Taupin
he wrote the words to Your song and candle in the wind too... all my favourites:D:D I might have to check out the guys poetry :nod:Quote:
He wasn't famous but I sure did love him
I've got his picture in a little frame
He lost his life to a big disease before it even had a name
But there's so many more and I've lost count
The hows and whys aren't important now
All that matters is they came around
And brightened up our lives
She was twenty one with her life ahead
You don't need to know her name
She breathed her last on the cold stone floor of a Hollywood arcade
But fate's right hand isn't always just
Puts a lot of pressure on your faith and trust
She was just a little girl, ain't that enough
To rage against the day
And how did we get so lucky
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose
Who gets to win and who gets to lose
It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey hey hey, colors run when the rain falls
But blues never fade away
He shone so bright with a lust for life
Like the Sun King that he was
His passions hung upon his walls and were printed onto cloth
And for reasons I never understood
About the choices made between the bad and good
I've tried to figure out why
The pain never goes away
And how did we get so lucky
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose
Who gets to win and who gets to lose
It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey hey hey, colors run when the rain falls
But blues never fade away
And there's marble markers and little white crosses
Along the beaten path
And I've spread their ashes on the wind
And I miss John Lennon's laugh
And how did we get so lucky
Targets on the rifle range
Who makes the call and who gets to choose
Who gets to win and who gets to lose
It's like a rolling dice in the belly of the blues
And blues never fade away
Hey hey hey, colors run when the rain falls
But blues never fade away
So why is it that when I come into work on saturday I don't seem to get anything done??:D :( :idea:
*shows her penchant for stating the obvious*Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
Because you are on the LitNet, reading and posting?
:D
oh man...I thought only I "worked" on saturday...:DQuote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
:D what else be there to do at work on a weekend?:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Scheherazade