Topic: Dear Diary...........OMG another Diary Part 120 + - part 6 | |
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I been told ! ![]() William Shatner ?? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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<<--- grabs her joint an assumes the fetal position over on the couch ---->>> ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Gypsy, Are you giving those away as christmas presents? Send some my way I am running low... lol ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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I just want gum, and you!
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Gypsy, Are you giving those away as christmas presents? Send some my way I am running low... lol ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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I just want gum, and you! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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I may have just had a seizure from that last comment
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Gypsy, Are you giving those away as christmas presents? Send some my way I am running low... lol ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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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, they'd be happy for a while. But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep; I couldn't take one more step. I can't 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', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll 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 you're 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', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll be the day that I die." Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone, But that's 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', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll 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', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll 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 devil's 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 satan's 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', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll 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 I'd heard the music years before, But the man there said the music wouldn't 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', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll 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', "this'll be the day that I die." ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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don maclean... good song
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don maclean... good song ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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I would have given you all of my heart
But there's someone who's torn it apart And she's taken just all that I had But if you want I'll try to love again Baby I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it come to being lucky she's cursed When it come to loving me she's the worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried And I'm sure going to give you a try And if you want I'll try to love again Baby I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it come to being lucky she's cursed When it come to loving me she's the worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried But I'm sure gonna give you a try 'cause if you want I'll try to love again Baby I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest When it come to being lucky she's cursed When it come to loving me she's the worst |
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awwww... I came home from deployment and my daughter was 3 singing "milkshake" by kellis.
Do you know how distrubing it is to hear your 3 year old daughter saying my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.... |
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awwww... I came home from deployment and my daughter was 3 singing "milkshake" by kellis. Do you know how distrubing it is to hear your 3 year old daughter saying my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.... ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Then I thought........"WTH am I doing???
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dear diary,
do you think Gypsy would be Thelma to my Louise? |
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dear diary, do you think Gypsy would be Thelma to my Louise? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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dear diary, do you think Gypsy would be Thelma to my Louise? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() yippie! can we trade brad pittstains for Christopher Meloni? |
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well shes pretty close to you there in alaska DD
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dear diary, do you think Gypsy would be Thelma to my Louise? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() yippie! can we trade brad pittstains for Christopher Meloni? ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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