or apparently in some cases a man out of uniform toting his gun

well since there isnt any tequila ill have wine




A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step.

I cant remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that youre in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Now for ten years weve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satans spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where Id heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldnt play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

They were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.

the guy i'm with now, i've known for almost 8 years, he just resently joined up with the army in military intel. he just finished basic got to come home for christmas and thats when we started dating, he left on the 4th for his ait and will be gone 6-9 months for that

i am chewing eclipse polor ice

its not a friend of mine

however i'm not against anyone else who's 420 friendly

hard to explain it, granted when i was little i was also afraid of trash cans for the longest time thanks to oscar the grouch

wooohoo thanks judy

i'm stuck with coke

i'll take 2

2 of my grandfathers, and 3 uncles all served in a war

i'm proud to be a military desendent so to speak

and my grandfather was a hunk in his younger days

i just started seeing someone and now he's in arizona for ait in the army so its gonna be a while before we can see each other again , but once he gets home we are gonna spend as much time together as possible, cause after that he's being deployed ..

6-9 months is plenty space for me

i kinda enjoy what mine does out of his uniform


and am proud of what he does in his uniform

i like a little space but i like to spend as much time with my guy as possible



everyone needs some ME time every now and again
be it having time for just you and no one else or going out with a group of friends to catch up on their lives

the uniform,

that they know how to use their GUN

...swoon... someone catch me, i got to see my soldier boy on web cam last night while he was working in the office

... dana sneaks in behind a counter, reaches around and grabs judy off the stool, and sneaks out the back door

there are many ppl i dont like but i'm an adult i am capable of being civil and friendly


why put myself on a level of a child when i'm no longer one

one word IT!!!!

i'm not afraid of all clowns, my sister gave me a set of 4 porceline (sp) babies dressed as clowns that i loved

but omg IT did it for me i cant look at your typical clown with out wanting to run and hide but i manage now that i've gotten out of my preteen years

yeah its a mix of stetson and horse ****

mixed with a little rotted pork

woohoo i got perved lol