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Well, I can see there's just no pleasing you.
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a brick to the face sounds nice, no?
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Actually, that does sound quite nice right about now.
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You always know just how to cheer me up.
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what are we celebrating?
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brick faces
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Caturday, that's a holiday that only comes once a week, it should be observed more often.
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D:
gross. it goes against all my beliefs. |
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not mine
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Edited by
kc0003
on
Tue 01/31/12 05:48 PM
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for the former HE...
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo, As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young maiden wrapped up in white linen, Wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay. "O beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly; Play the Dead March as you carry her along. Take her to the green valley and lay the sod o're her, For she's a young maiden and she know she's done wrong." "I see by your outfit that your are a cowboy." These words he did say as I boldly stepped by. "Come sit down beside me and hear her sad story; she's stoned in the breast and I know she must die." "My friends and relations they live in the Nation: They know not where their dear girl has gone. I first came to Texas and hired to a ranchman, O she's a young maiden and she know she's done wrong." "It was once in the saddle she used to go dashing: It was once in the saddle she used to go gay. First to the school house and then to the mosque, Got stoned in the breast and she's dying today." "Get six jolly cowboys to carry her coffin; Get six pretty virgins to sing her a song. Put bunches of roses all over her coffin, Put roses to deaden the cods as they fall." "Go gather around you a group of young cowboys, And tell them the story of this her sad fate. Tell one and the other before they go further, To stop their wild roving before it's too late." "Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water To cool my parched lips," the young cowboy said. Before I returned the spirit had left her And gone to her Maker--the fair "HE" was dead. We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly, And bitterly wept as we bore her along. For awe all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome, We all loved our comrade although she'd done wrong. ~The Cowboy's Lament or Streets of Laredo (1876) by Francis Henry Maynard~ revised today be me |
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brb
break time going to leave and go pee and pray... |
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i learned how to play the cowbell.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UT4cGVNuSnA |
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i'm sure you "rock"
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Damn it! Foiled by YouTube once again.
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you had your chance.
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That's a valid point.
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do you think i should go around putting roses in beards on valentine's day?
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You should make a bead of roses and wear it. That would be awesome.
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