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Gotcha home-boy.
Here's to ya, and to all my fellow Labor Day celebrants. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/08...joe/forfly.jpg Please don't drink too many of these and try to drive though! |
thanx joe..............have a hella good holiday man.
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Bang On The Drum All Day
Todd Rundgren I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day Ever since I was a tiny boy I don't want no candy I don't need toy I took a stick and an old coffee can I bang on that thing 'til I got Blisters on my hand Because... (reprise) When I get older they think I'm a fool The teacher told me I should stay after school She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands But my licks were so hot I made the teacher want to dance And that's why... (reprise) Listen to this Every day when I get home from work I feel so frustrated the boss is a jerk And I get my sticks and go out to the shed And i pound on that drum like it was the boss's head Because.. (reprise) I CAN BANG ON THAT DRUM HEY, YOU WANT TO A BANG AT IT? I CAN DO THIS ALL DAY |
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Smokin' in the Boys Room
Brownsville Station (Spoken) How you doin' out there? Y'ever seem to have one of those days where it just seems like everybody's gettin' on your case, from your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend? Well, y'know, I used to have 'em just about all the time. But I found a way to get out of 'em. Let me tell you about it! (Sung) Sitting in the classroom Thinking it's a drag Listening to the teacher rap Just ain't my bag The noon bells ring You know that's my cue I'm gonna meet the boys On floor number two! Smokin' in the boys' room Smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school. A-checkin' out the halls Makin' sure the coast is clear Lookin' in the stalls No, there ain't nobody here Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul To get caught would surely be the death of us all Smokin' in the boys' room Smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school. All right! Oh, put me to work In the school book store Check out counter And I got bored Teacher was lookin' For me all around Two hours later You know where I was found Smokin' in the boys' room (Yes indeed, I was) Smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school. One mo'! Smokin' in the boys' room Oh, smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school! |
where'd the mother fuckin' cheese go?
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gotcha, turkey...(with some help from hank)
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sweet too phil.............thanx man!!!!
you guys are more messed up than me. |
Low Rider
War All my friends know the low rider The low rider is a little higher Low rider drives a little slower Low rider is a real goer Low rider knows every street yeah! Low rider is the one to meet yeah! Low rider don't use no gas now Low rider don't drive to fast Take a little trip Take a little trip Take a little trip and see Take a little trip Take a little trip Take a little trip with me |
Shaving Cream
Benny Bell I have a sad story to tell you It may hurt your feelings a bit Last night when I walked into my bathroom I stepped in a big pile of ... Shaving cream, be nice and clean Shave every day and you'll always look keen I think I'll break off with my girlfriend Her antics are queer, I'll admit Each time I say, "Darling, I love you" She tells me that I'm full of ... Shaving cream, be nice and clean Shave every day and you'll always look keen Our baby fell out of the window You'd think that her head would be split But good luck was with her that morning She fell in a barrel of ... Shaving cream, be nice and clean Shave every day and you'll always look keen An old lady died in a bathtub She died from a terrible fit In order to fulfill her wishes She was buried in six feet of ... Shaving cream, be nice and clean Shave every day and you'll always look keen When I was in France with the army One day I looked into my kit I thought I would find me a sandwich But the darn thing was loaded with ... Shaving cream, be nice and clean Shave every day and you'll always look keen And now, folks, my story is ended I think it is time I should quit If any of you feel offended Stick your head in a barrel of ... Shaving cream, be nice and clean Shave every day and you'll always look keen |
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hey you dirty rat!!!!!
did you take the mother fuckin' cheese? |
uncle phil's basement....
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alright.........splck found the cheese......
phil you bastard......you better have some wine hiddin' down there too. |
Bottle of Wine
Tom Paxton Ramblin' around this dirty old town Singin' for nickels and dimes Times getting rough I ain't got enough To buy me a bottle of wine Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine When you gonna let me get sober Leave me along, let me go home I wann'a go back and start over Little hotel, older than Hell Cold and as dark as a mine Blanket so thin, I lie there and grin Buy me little bottle of wine CHORUS Aches in my head, bugs in my bed Pants so old that they shine Out on the street, tell the people I meet Won'ch buy me a bottle of wine CHORUS Teacher must teach, and the preacher must preach Miner must dig in the mine I ride the rods, trusting in God And hugging my bottle of wine CHORUS |
Well, show me the way, To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why Show me the way, To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why For if we don't find, The next whiskey bar I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama, We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why Well, show me the way, To the next little girl Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why Show me the way, To the next little girl Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why For if we don't find, The next little girl I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama, We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why (i think my club's inventory of absolut dropped dramatically last night) |
The Pig Song
olde, olde, English It was early last September, Near as I can remember, I was strolling down the lane in tipsy pride. Not a word did I utter As I lay down in the gutter, And this pig come up and lay down by my side. Not a soul were we disturbing As we lay there by the curbing, When this high-toned lady come and I heard her say, "You can tell a man who boozes By the company he chooses." And the pig got up and slowly walked away! |
I've been known to tie one on and honky tonk til half past three
But the party don't get started til my baby pours her love on me She's a hundred proof, Lord she's smooth She makes me moan all night long So I don't need the booze to get a buzz on I've tried It all from Tennessee Whiskey To Ozark Mountain Moonshine But it's her sweet love that packs the punch And keeps me higher than a Georgia pine Mr Southern Comfort don't come in a bottle I get a double shot of love home grown So I don't need booze to get a buzz on My little country girl makes my head whirl and my knees begin to shake No I can't walk no chalk line I ain't a talking or a thinking straight I'm hooked on my baby's love there ain't nothing in a jug this strong And I don't need the booze to get a buzz on I've tried It all from Tennessee Whiskey To Ozark Mountain Moonshine Bu it's her sweet love that packs the punch And keeps me higher than a Georgia pine Mr Southern Comfort don't come in a bottle I get a double shot of love home grown So I don't need booze to get a buzz on I wear a Blue Ribbon grin every now and then But I don't need that to get stoned I don't need the booze to get a buzz on No I don't need the booze to get a buzz on |
I Like Big Tits
Joe Walsh I like big tits You see em on the street left and right I like big tits that right I try to look away but i can't resist everytime i try to call it quits Here come some tits that's a big ten-four Uh hu I like big tits uh hu tits Well they come in twos hard to choose your favorite tit uh hu I like tits for dinner or a noon time snack I like tits for lunch a big tit attack I like tits for breakfast eggs bendict tits it's what it is they're where it's at tits They give me shivers when they bounce around puckered up or hanging on the ground i like big tits uh hu tits save it all for me tits |
page freakin' nine eh phil..........we must pump your thread a bit more i guess........
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We've got the herb (got it!),
We've got the herb (got it!), We've got the herb (got it!), So hand I the suru board, 'Cause most of all we ain't got nothing to lose. We-e-e-ey! |
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high My room is still messed up and I know why (Why man?) - because I got high (repeat 3X) I was gonna go to class before I got high I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high I am taking it next semester and I know why (Why man?) - because I got high (repeat 3X) (Go to the next one, Go to the next one, Go to the next one) I was gonna go to work but then I got high I just got a new promotion but I got high Now I'm selling dope and I know why (Why man?) - because I got high (repeat 3X) I was gonna go to court before I got high I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high They took my whole paycheck and I know why (Why man?) - because I got high (repeat 3X) I wasnt gonna run from the cops but I was high I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high Now I am a paraplegic and I know why (Why man?) - because I got high (repeat 3X) I was gonna pay my car note until I got high I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why (Why man?) - because I got high (repeat 3X) I was gonna make love to you but then I got high I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high now I'm jacking off and I know why (Why man?) - because I got high (repeat 3X) I messed up my entire life because I got high I lost my kids and wife because I got high Now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why (Why man?) - because I got high (repeat 3X) I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high And if I dont sell one copy I know why (Why man?) - cause I'm high (repeat 3X) (People in the background talking ang laughing) Cause I'm high (repeat 3X) Well my name is afroman and im from east palm dale (east palm dale) And all the damn weed i be smokin is bomb as hell I dont belive in Hitler that what i say (oh my goodness) So all of u skins (skins?) Please give me more head (bugaaaaaak) Afro- Mother fucking m-a-n(m-a-n) a-e-i-o-u (a e i o u)and some times w We ain't gonna sell no more mother fucking albums cuz, let's go back to marshall durben and hang some more chickens cuz - fuck it! |
Earache My Eye
Cheech & Chong My momma talkin' to me tryin' to tell me how to live But I don't listen to her 'cause my head is like a sieve My daddy, he disowned me 'cause I wear my sister's clothes He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose My basketball coach, he done kicked me off the team For wearin' high-heel sneakers and actin' like a queen ------ lead guitar ------ The world's comin' to an end, I don't even care As long as I can have a limo and my orange hair And it don't bother me if people think I'm "funny" 'Cause I'm a big rock star and I'm makin' lots of money money, money, money, money, money, money Ahhh! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... I'm so bloody rich! Ha ha ha ha I own apartment buildings and shopping centers! Ha ha ha ha And I only know three chords! Ha ha ha ha |
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Bang The Drum All Day Todd Rundgren I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day Ever since I was a tiny boy I don't want no candy I don't need no toy I took a stick and an old coffee can I bang on that thing 'til I got Blisters on my hand because When I get older they think I'm a fool The teacher told me I should stay after school She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands But my licks was so hot I made the teacher wanna dance And that's why Listen to this Every day when I get home from work I feel so frustrated The boss is a jerk And I get my sticks and go out to the shed And I pound on that drum like it was the boss's head Because I can bang that drum Hey, you wanna take a bang at it? I can do this all day |
pj...page eight...
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I'm starting to think that I need to be banned.
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i'm starting to think you should be banned too man. :D |
i heard that banned once, in texas...
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I dunno what it was called, but they played it over and over again.
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sorry ng............but i'm neither.
a can roll a sweet doobie though......... and smoke rings..........i can do smoke rings. |
and the banned played on......... :thumbsup:
Hang up My Rock'n Roll Shoes The Band Mama, she done told me She didn't like this rock and roll But mama, mama, please Mama, you just don't know I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I get an old time feeling Every time I hear the blues They told me, "Get a job And set yourself a goal" But can't they understand I just want to rock and roll I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes Something happens to me Every time I hear the blues I will do my homework I'll clean the yard every day I will even do the dishes I'll do anything you say That say that rock and roll It'll soon fade away But I just want to tell you Rock and roll is here to stay I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I get a good time feeling Every time I hear the blues Some might even say It put the devil in my soul But that's a bunch of shit I just want to rock and roll I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes My feets got to move now Every time I hear the blues |
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will this make up for it?
Doobie Brothers Album: Captain & Me Title: The Captain And Me Text: Deep as a river, wide as the sea Changin' the ways of a captain and me I could be happy, Lord, so then should he If all of the universe unveiled itself to me So then a day flows into night Down the street the beggar man who finds himself in wine If I am a good man and sure in all my ways The captain of a starship that's homeward bound today Growin', growin', changin' ev'ry day Knowin', showin' all my worldly ways Hear the chimes, hear how they ring Marking time all through the day A whisper, an answer, a cry in the night Break down, turn around, a feeling of fright The Indian, the Black Man, the Asian who see A door that is opening, and they're goin' to be free Growin', growin', changin' ev'ry day Knowin', showin' all my worldly ways Hear the chimes, hear how they ring Marking time all through the day We are all acceptable, we are all a place in time Moving through a passageway, bringing forth the end of time Growin', growin', changin' ev'ry day Knowin', showin' all my worldly ways Hear the chimes, hear how they ring Marking time all through the day Light the fire, start the day, mark the light that shows the way Changing times of fortunes past, we will all be free at last We are the people of the round about We are the sails upon the sea We're gonna be there when ev'ry body laughs about The way that we are changin', you and me, yeah We are the people of the round about We are the sails upon the sea We're gonna be there when ev'ry body laughs about The way that we are changin', you and me, yeah We are the people of the round about We are the sails upon the sea |
hell ya'..............that'll do it........... :thumbsup:
thank you...... |
Roll Another Number (for The Road)
Neil Young It's too dark to put the keys in my ignition, And the mornin' sun is yet to climb my hood ornament. But before too long I might see those flashing red lights Look out, mama, 'cause I'm comin' home tonight. Think I'll roll another number for the road, I feel able to get under any load. Though my feet aren't on the ground, I been standin' on the sound Of some open-hearted people goin' down. I'm not goin' back to Woodstock for a while, Though I long to hear that lonesome hippie smile. I'm a million miles away from that helicopter day No, I don't believe I'll be goin' back that way. Think I'll roll another number for the road, I feel able to get under any load. Though my feet aren't on the ground, I been standin' on the sound Of some open-hearted people goin' down. |
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(here it is the 23rd of zeptember and no one has gotten around to posting any LZ this month...sheesh!)
The Battle Of Evermore Led Zeppelin Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go, The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone. Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all. Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes. Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all. I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below, I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow. The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness, The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red. Oh the war is common cry, Pick up you swords and fly. The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know. Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow, Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow. The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath, The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on. Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before. No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold. Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back. At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by, With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes. |
AWESOME fucking song phil..........i love Led Zeppelin.......
*but i guess you already know that eh?* |
30 Days In The Hole
Humble Pie Roll my tape Ooh, ooh, ooh Thirty days... Anyone doin' that one? I'm doin' that one 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole all right all right all right all right, yeah Chicago Green, talkin' 'bout Black Lebanese A dirty room and a silver coke spoon Give me my release, come on Black napalese, it's got you weak in your knees Sneeze some dust that you got buzzed on You know it's hard to believe 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole That's what they give you 30 days in the hole I know Newcastle Brown, I'm tellin' you, it can sure smack you down Take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor It's got your head spinnin' round If you live on the road, well there's a new highway code You take the urban noise with some dirt with poison It's gonna lessen your load 30 days in the hole That's what they give you now 30 days in the hole Oh, yeah 30 days in the hole All right, all right 30 days in the hole What you doin' boy? You here for 30 days Get, get, get your long hair cut And cut out your ways Black napalese, it got you weak in your knees Gonna sneeze some dust that you got busted on You know it's so hard to please Newcastle Brown can sure smack you down You take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor You know you're jailhouse-bound 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole Oh, yeah 30 days in the hole 30 days, 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole |
man..........when the chicks start beltin' out "thirty days in the hole".........i get goosebumps..........love that song.
you know how to pick 'em uncle mystro. *it's spelt rong i no.....* |
there were chicks on that tune......man, I don't know.....
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Who Do You Love
George Thorogood and The Destroyers I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie A brand new house on the road side, and it's a-made out of rattlesnake hide Got a brand new chimney put on top, and it's a-made out of human skull Come on take a little walk with me baby, and tell me who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Around the town I use a rattlesnake whip, take it easy baby don't you give me no lip Who do you love? Who do you love? I've got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, I'm just twenty-two and I don't mind dying Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Now Arlene took a-me by my hand, she said "Lonesome George you don't understand, who do you love?" The night were dark and the sky were blue, down the alleyway a house wagon flew Hit a bump and somebody screamed, you should've heard what I'd seen Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Yeah, I've got a tombstone hand in a graveyard mine, just twenty-two baby I don't mind dying Snake skin shoes baby put them on your feet, got the goodtime music and the Bo Diddley beat Who do you love? Who do you love? I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie A brand new house on the road side, and it's made out of rattlesnake hide Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's made out of human skull Come on take a little walk with me child, tell me who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? |
I FUCKING LOVE EVERYBODY BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It's a Long Way to the Top (If You Wanna Rock 'n' Roll)
AC/DC Ridin' down the highway Goin' to a show Stop in all the byways Playin' rock 'n' roll Gettin' robbed Gettin' stoned Gettin' beat up Broken boned Gettin' had Gettin' took I tell you folks It's harder than it looks It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll If you think it's easy doin' one night stands Try playin' in a rock roll band It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll Hotel motel Make you wanna cry Lady do the hard sell Know the reason why Gettin' old Gettin' grey Gettin' ripped off Under-paid Gettin' sold Second hand That's how it goes Playin' in a band It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll If you wanna be a star of stage and screen Look out it's rough and mean It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll Well it's a long way It's a long way, you should've told me It's a long way, such a long way |
Over The Hills And Far Away
Led Zeppelin Hey lady--you got the love I need Maybe more than enough. Oh Darling... walk a while with me You've got so much... Many have I loved - Many times been bitten Many times I've gazed along the open road. Many times I've lied - Many times I've listened Many times I've wondered how much there is to know. Many dreams come true and some have silver linings I live for my dream and a pocketful of gold. Mellow is the man who knows what he's been missing Many many men can't see the open road. Many is a word that only leaves you guessing Guessing 'bout a thing you really ought to know, ooh! You really ought to know... |
jesus phil............Zep is awesome man...........thanx
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Hey, guys, it's ROCTOBER!!!
Rockin' In The Free World Neil Young There's colors on the street Red, white and blue People shufflin' their feet People sleepin' in their shoes But there's a warnin' sign on the road ahead There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them So I try to forget it, any way I can. Keep on rockin' in the free world, Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world, Keep on rockin' in the free world. I see a woman in the night With a baby in her hand Under an old street light Near a garbage can Now she puts the kid away, and she's gone to get a hit She hates her life, and what she's done to it There's one more kid that will never go to school Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool. Keep on rockin' in the free world, Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world, Keep on rockin' in the free world. We got a thousand points of light For the homeless man We got a kinder, gentler, Machine gun hand We got department stores and toilet paper Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive. Keep on rockin' in the free world, Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world, Keep on rockin' in the free world. |
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Led Zepp
The Lemon Song I should have quit you long time ago, Yeah, long time ago. Oh yeah, long time ago. I wouldn’t be here, my children, Down on this killin’ floor. I should have listened, baby, to my second mind Everytime I go away and leave you, darling, You send me the blues way down the line. Babe, treat me right, baby, oh my my my People tellin’ me baby can’t be satisfied; They try to worry me baby But they never hurt you in my eyes. Said, people worry I can’t keep you satisfied. Let me tell you baby, You ain’t nothin but a two-bit, no-good jive. Went to sleep last night, worked as hard as I can, Bring home my money, you take my money, give it to another man; I should have quit you, baby, such a long time ago, I wouldn’t be here with all my troubles Down on this killing floor. Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg The way you squeeze my lemon, I..I’m gonna fall right out of bed, yeah. Hey! Baby baby baby... I’m gonna leave my children down on this killin floor. |
thanx Hanx..............love Zep
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For Those About To Rock (We Salute You)
AC/DC We roll tonight [We're on tonight] To the guitar bite Yeah, yeah, oh Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers We'll give you everything you need Hail hail to the good times 'Cause rock has got the right of way We ain't no legend, ain't no cause We're just livin' for today For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you We rock at dawn on the front line Like a bolt right out of the blue The sky's alight with the guitar bite Heads will roll and rock tonight For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Yes we do For those about to rock, we salute you Oooh, salute! Oooh, ooooh yeah We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire Ready and aimed at you Pick up your balls and load up your cannon For a twenty-one gun salute For those about to rock - fire We salute you For those about to rock, we salute you Those about to rock - fire We salute you Fire We salute you We salute you Come on, whooa For those about to rock, we salute you (x4) Shoot, shoot (x2) For those of you, for those who ???? Yeah (Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.) We salute you (x3) Fire |
always liked this here one
Lynyrd Skynyrd Ballad Of Curtis Lowe Well I used to wake the morning, Before the rooster crow. Searchin' for soda bottles, To get myself some dough. Run 'em down to the corner, Down to the country store, Cash 'em in and give my money To a man named Curtis Loew. Old Curt was a black man With white, curly hair. When he had a fifth of wine He did not have a care. He used to own an old Dobro, Used to play across his knees. I'd give old Curt my money, He'd play all day for me. Chorus: Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew. I got your drinkin' money, Tune up your Dobro. People said he was useless, Them people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker To ever play the blues. He looked to be sixty, And maybe I was 10. Mama used to whoop me, But I'd go see him again. I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, Try to stay in time. He'd play me a song or two Then take another drink a wine. Chorus On the day old Curtis died, Nobody came to pray. Old preacher said some words And they chunked him in the clay. Well he lived a lifetime Playin' the Black Man's Blues. And on the day he lost his life That's all he had to lose. Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew. I wish that you was here, So everyone would know. People said you were useless, Them people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker To ever play the blues. |
AC/DC and Lynyrd Skynyrd..........how can a guy go wrong!!!!
thanx fellas......... |
Ordinary Average Guy
Joe Walsh I'm just an ordinary average guy My friends all are boring as we all are And so am I We're just ordinary average guys We all lead ordinary average lives we live With average kids And average wives We all go bowling at the bowling lanes Drink a few beers Bowl a few frames We're just ordinary average guys Ordinary average guys And every Saturday we work in the yard Pick up the dog do Hope that it's hard (woof woof) if the dog songs is even necessary Take out the garbage and clean out the garage My friend's got a Chrysler I've got a Dodge We're just ordinary average guys Ordinary average guys Ordinary average guy(3x) Ordinary average average guys Ordinary average guy(3x) Ordinary average average average guys Ordinary average guy(3x) Ordinary average.... |
Soap Bar - By Goldie Lookin' Chain.
burnt a new hole in my tracksuit today smokin' soap bar without an ashtray red hot nylon drippin' on my skin i ripped the fcuker off and threw it in the bin soap bar's cheap and so's my clothes they gotta be coz of all the fuckin' holes it tastes like shit and it makes you cough and it's the fuckin' rubber in it, that gets you off i smoke soap bar with lots of bits of plastic i leaves mine in it coz it tastes fantastic skunk costs too much, i can't see the appeal than smokin' port rocky, soap bar or gold seal smoke rocky in a bong, bucket or hot knives bake it in a cake for your mam as a surprise i smokes the green and it's gone in an instant but soap bar lasts coz it's fuckin' consistent chorus - smoke it all up, soap bar in the sky i'll smoke soap bar till i fuckin' die before i die and they lay me to rest i wanna smoke soap bar, that's the best last night i went out drivin' in my car i sparked up a fat spliff of fuckin' soap bar a blim burn burnt right down to my dick and while i was distracted i crashed into a brick - wall, the car was fcukin' battered the bonnet flipped up and the windscreen shattered you're better off smokin' the green instead coz it don't blim burn an' it's better for your head soap baaar, sittin' in a deep sweat think i gotta get some rocky for the weekend, the sight of draw excites me stick it in a bong, light it up and chuck a whitey burnin' holes in my trakky this shit always happens when i'm smokin' fuckin' rocky most soap bar comes from fuckin' holland they make it out of oil and tyres and pollen diesel, mirror bar, flat press too these are types of soap available to you these little bits of plastic you find inside you can use those as a quality guide of the standard of soap bar that you are smokin' the more bits of plastic means the better the tokin' eat a hash cake but wait a while it'll take about an hour, ain't draw versatile you can burn it, eat it, or smoke it in a spliff space shakes, straw gateauxs, you knows it delia smith lyin' in your bed droppin' blims on your pubes sellin' draw to your mates but it's really oxo cubes when you're cookin' up draw, be quick, don't linger coz it's really fuckin' hot and it'll burn your fingers this bloke said to me, 'you haven't got a clue about the damage that soap bar can do to you' i tried to see things from his point of view but i couldn't fit my head up his ass hole too the bloke was wrong, i knows my stuff i knows if i smoke it i'm gonna feel rough my lungs are fucked and my throat is raw coz the thing about soap bar is it's fuckin' hardcore |
hahahahah alright jwoody........just downloaded that tune...........hahahahahaha
awesome......thanx man. |
For fly's squirrels...
Bark at the Moon Ozzy Osbourne Screams break the silence Waking from the dead of night Vengence is boiling He’s returned to kill the light Then when he’s found who he’s looking for Listen in awe and you’ll hear him Bark at the moon Years spent in torment Buried in a nameless grave Now he has risen Miracles would have to save Those that this beast is looking for Listen in awe and you’ll hear him Bark at the moon They cursed and buried him Along with shame And thought his timeless soul had gone In empty burning hell--unholy one But now he’s returned to prove them wrong (oh no) Howling in shadows Living in a lunar spell He finds his heaven Spewing from the mouth of hell And when he finds who he’s looking for Listen in awe and you’ll hear him Bark at the moon. |
i loved both sabbath and ozzy..........
music can sure make a mood or feeling eh? love it........ |
NWA - don't drink that wine
Don't drink that wine. Coke is much better, it's easy to find. If that won't do, smoke a joint or two -just don't drink that wine. |
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just bottled our wine the other day and i got 36 bottles i can't drink then? i'll stick w/ the doobers though...... :thumbsup: |
(puttin' the flyman in a weekend mood...)
The Dream Moody Blues When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead And the browns, reds and gold of autumn lie in the gutter, dead. Remember then the summer bird with wings of fire flaying Come to witness spring's new hope, born of leaves decaying. As new life will come from death, love will come with leisure. Love of love, love of life and giving without measure Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen. Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream. |
Marshall Tucker Band
Last Of The Singing Cowboys In the corner of dark bar room Sat an ole' cowboy singin' western tunes Singin' songs he learned as a child All about the West back when it was wild He said he came from down Texas way The cowboys were tough The women the same way Said he was a star back in '31 Hollywood had liked him for some songs that he had done He's the last of the singin' cowboys Singin' songs of inspiration and joy Yippie Yi Yo, Yippie Ay Aye He took a break, just to chug him down a beer C'mon folks holler out the songs you'd like to hear If I know one, I know a million tunes I'm not up here playin' for me This is all just for you And then he bragged on the Stinson hat that he wore Said it was the finest made since the war And he won the silver buckle ridin' on a cow And as he laughed he said I'll bet you're wonderin' how? He's the last of the singin' cowboys Singin' songs of inspiration and joy Yippie Yi Yo, Yippie Ay A ye And after three hours or maybe more A lady grabbed his arm and showed him to the door The bartender said, "he's blind, you see Don't tell him the only audience he had was you and me" 'Cause he's the last of the singin' cowboys Singin songs of inspiration and joy Yippie Yi Yo, Yippie Ay A ye |
woooooooohooooooo...........
...and one hellofa good weekend too.......... thanx fellas.... |
Legend of a Mind
Moody Blues Timothy leary’s dead. No, no, no, no, he’s outside looking in. Timothy leary’s dead. No, no, no, no, he’s outside looking in. He’ll fly his astral plane, Takes you trips around the bay, Brings you back the same day, Timothy leary. timothy leary. Timothy leary’s dead. No, no, no, no, he’s outside looking in. Timothy leary’s dead. No, no, no, no, he’s outside looking in. He’ll fly his astral plane, Takes you trips around the bay, Brings you back the same day, Timothy leary. timothy leary. Along the coast you’ll hear them boast About a light they say that shines so clear. So raise your glass, we’ll drink a toast To the little man who sells you thrills along the pier. He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down, He’ll plant your feet back firmly on the ground. He flies so high, he swoops so low, He knows exactly which way he’s gonna go. Timothy leary. timothy leary. He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down, He’ll plant your feet back on the ground. He’ll fly so high, he’ll swoop so low. Timothy leary. He’ll fly his astral plane. He’ll take you trips around the bay. He’ll bring you back the same day. Timothy leary. timothy leary. Timothy leary. timothy leary. Timothy leary. |
have you ever read Flashbacks by Leary phil?
tough read and all but rather enlightening..........made me think. good tune mate...........thank you. |
Misty Mountain Hop
(Jones/Page/Plant) Walkin' in the park just the other day, Baby, What do you, what do you think I saw? Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said, "Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?" And you know how it is; I really don't know what time it was, woh, oh, So I asked them if I could stay awhile. I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really, Really out of my mind. Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said, "Please, hey, would we care to all get in line, Get in line." Well you know, They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun, Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh. Why don't you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see, And Baby, Baby, Baby, do you like it? There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin' Ah, not trying to fight it. You really don't care if they're coming, oh, oh, I know that it's all a state of mind, ooh. If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better, You better open your eyes. Folk down there really don't care, really don't care, don't care, really don't Which, which way the pressure lies, So I've decided what I'm gonna do now. So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains Where the spirits go now, Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh. I really don't know. |
damn, pj...beat me to it...
Cover You in Oil AC/DC I like to slip into something good I see a young girl in the neighborhood The way she move, I must confess I like to run my hands up and down her legs The way she dress, she look so fine I'll make her wet, I'll make her mine [Gonna make her mine] She like it hard, she like it slow [She don't like it slow] All right honey, come on lets go Baby, what you want, it's the way she move [Baby, feel what you want] Feel what you need, come on let's go [Baby, feel what you need] Cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil] Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil] Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil] [Yeah] Pull on the zip, she give good lip service It's nothing for the show, I just pay to see her go She make you hot, you spray your lot [So] Comin' in honey, we're headin' to the top The way she push, don't give a dime [she don't give a dime] Abuse your life, gonna make you satisfied She's kinda rough, she give it tough Come on honey and strut your stuff Baby [feel] what you want, it's the way she move [Baby,] Feel what you need, come on let's go Cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil [Cover you in oil] Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil] Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil] [Let's go Ooooh yeah Yeeeeeeeah Baby what you want It's the way she move me Feel what you need So come on let's go - yeah Cover you in oil Cover you in oil Let me cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil I wanna cover you in oil Cover you in oil Let me cover you in oil Cover you in oil Cover you In oil ] |
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Bwahahhhahhaaa.........he's got ya' there phil....... *trust me phil,.....he's a ruthless S.O.B.* |
You Don't Know How It Feels
Tom Petty Let me run with you tonight I'll take you on a moonlight ride There's someone I used to see But she don't give a damn for me But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud You don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels to be me People come, people go Some grow young, some grow cold I woke up in between A memory and a dream So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint Let's head on down the road There's somewhere I gotta go And you don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels to be me My old man was born to rock He's still tryin' to beat the clock Think of me what you will I've got a little space to fill So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint Let's head on down the road There's somewhere I gotta go And you don't know how it feels you don't know how it feels No, you don't know how it feels to be me you don't know how it feels you don't know how it feels No, you don't know how it feels to be me |
so let's get to the point............
go figure eh...........i like that line. |
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THE BALLAD OF DAVY CROCKETT Born on a mountain top in Tennessee Greenest state in the Land of the Free Raised in the woods so's he knew ev'ry tree Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three. Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier! ln eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! Off through the woods he's a marchin' along Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song Itchin' for fightin' an' rightin' a wrong He's ringy as a b'ar an twict as strong. Davy, Davy Crockett, The buckskin buccaneer! Andy Jackson is our gen'ral's name His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame Them redskin varmints us volunteers 'll tame 'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim. Davy, Davy Crockett, The champion of us all! Headed back to war from the ol' home place But Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace South to the swamps on the Florida Trace. Davy, Davy Crockett, Trackin' the redskins down! Fought single-handed through the Injun War Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store An' while he was handlin' this risky chore Made hisself a legend for evermore. Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier! He give his word an' he give his hand That his Injun friends could keep their land An' the rest of his life he took the stand That justice was due every redskin band. Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his promise dear! Home fer the, winter with his family, Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree, Bein' the father he wanted to be, Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea. Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his young 'uns dear! But the ice went out an' the warm winds came An' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame An' all of a sudden life got too tame. Davy, Davy Crockett, Headin' on West again! Off through the woods we're ridin' along Makin' up yarn's an' singin' a song He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong An 'knows he's right 'cause he aint often 'wrong. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear? Off through the woods we're ridin' along Makin' up yarns an' singin' a 'song He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong An' knows he's right 'cause be ain't often wrong. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean Where the trees is tall an' the grass is green Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream An' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream. Davy, Davy Crockett, Lookin' fer Paradise! Now he'd lost his love an his grief was gall In his heart he wanted to leave it all An' lose himself in the forests tall But he answered instead his country's call. Davy, Davy Crockett, Beginnin' his campaign! Needin' his help they didn't vote blind They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind Sent up to Nashville the best they could find A fightin' Spirit an' a thinkin' mind. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! The votes were counted an' he won hands down So they sent him off to Washin'ton town With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown A livin' legend of growin' renown. Davy, Davy Crockett, The Canebrake Congressman! He went off to Congress an' served a spell Fixin' up the Gover'ment an' laws as well Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell. Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear! Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land An' his speeches made him friends to beat the band His politickin' was their favorite brand An' everyone wanted to shake his hand. Davy, Davy Crockett, Helpin' his legend grow! He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell Of his hopes for White House and fame as well But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell An' patched up the crack In the liberty Bell. Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear! When he come home his politickin' done The western march had just begun So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun. Davy, Davy Crockett, Leadin' the pioneer! He heard of Houston an' Austin an' so To the Texas plains he jest had to go Where freedom was fightin' another foe An' they needed him at the Alamo. Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! His land is biggest an' his land is best From grassy plains to the mountain crest He's ahead of us all meetin' the test Followin' his legend into the West. Davy Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier! gotcha, eh Gus....... :D |
yup............you got me.
*bastard* |
(from Eye Weekly, 28 September, 1995...)
DECANTING DAVY CROCKETT by KONRAD EJBICH It's not often I get excited about wine in a restaurant setting. I can spot a 250 per cent mark-up at a glance and the wines are generally stored in inferior (read: warm) conditions. If the wine is served by the glass, I'm destined to get something that may have been opened days ago and gave up its ghost long before my arrival. But a late-night snack at Boba last week got me going in a big way. I chose Thai-influenced steak tartare off the appetizer menu. Prepared in the traditional way, steak tartare should be paired with something red, something fairly tart and fruity to compensate for the fattiness (even though there's no real fat in this lean ground beef filet, the texture still has a natural fatty feel) and something with a good hit of alcohol to help digest the uncooked meat itself. I would have opted for a two- or three-year-old Beaujolais from a village such as Julienas or Morgon, or a decent Ontario gamay like that made by Cave Spring. But the wild "Thai-influenced" dish prepared by chef Bob Bermann completely changes the nature of the beast with its spicing, lemon grass, wonton crisps and all. Without batting an eye, my server brought out a bottle of Fess Parker 1992 Syrah ($8.95/glass, $44/btl). Parker played Davy Crockett in the Disney series of the early '60s and ultimately turned his royalties into a small-but-serious winemaking operation in Santa Barbera County. I was floored. This was an incredibly concentrated, fantastically rich wine, oozing blackberry and black cherry flavors. Had I not been in a public place I might have sipped it with one hand under the table. I swear I could still taste it as I drove home. (For a cold shower, we trust. -- Uptight eds.) Anyway, find an excuse to go to Boba for a glass of this rare and wonderful juice. I'm told it's also available at Auberge du Pommier, but only Boba has the Thai tartare. |
I think flyman has one hand under the table when he drinks Coors Lite. Probably wouldn't hear from him for days if the can had a pic of ol' Fess on it.
Good find, phil! |
thanks, pj...leaving for florida early saturday for two weeks, so...carry my water for me, will ya?
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I'll have the little girl screaming for mercy, brother. :thumbsup:
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Have a great time in FLA, btw.
don't forget to write |
i have no computer in florida...i just manage to retain the image of fly's squirrel...keeps me going, if ya know what i mean...
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tryin' to sabatoge my thread eh fellas?
welll...........pork loin and a nice ol glass of red wine........... http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v1...an/redwine.jpg try and take me down now!!!!!! *sneaky bastards* ...and this shot is for you joe..........(coors light my ass)......... http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v1...edandmoose.jpg ....damn fine Canadian beer that Moosehead is. |
....HEY PHIL!!!!!
hope it's a good trek for you and the missus....... and don't worry,.........joe is enough of a hard ass that he'll keep the kicks goin'. (and i know what he can.....................hmmmmm............i'll stop there) *lucky bastard that he is,that i like him* |
i'm ready for ya' joe.............you've got a big pair 'o shoes to phil.........
good luck too ya'..... |
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jeebus...squirrels, davy crewcut, the moose is loose...better change my avatar before i go...
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Toby Keith
Album: Unknow Title: Ill Never Smoke Weed With Willie Again Text: I always heard that his herb was top shelf I just couldn't wait to find out for myself Don't knock it till you tried it, well I tried it my friend I'll never smoke weed with Willie again I learned a hard lesson in a small Texas town He fired up a fat boy and he passed him around The last words I spoke before they tucked me in I'll never smoke weed with Willie again I'll never smoke weed with Willie again My party's all over before it began You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again I hopped on his old bus, the Honeysuckle Rose The party was Vegas, it was after the show Alone in the front lounge, just me and him With one parting puff grime creeper set in I'll never smoke weed with Willie again My party's all over before it began You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again Now we're passing the guitar, telling good jokes I know ones a coming cause I'm smelling smoke No I do not partake, I just let it pass by With a smile on my face and a great contact high I'll never smoke weed with Willie again My party's all over before it began You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again In the fetal position with drool on my chin I messed up and smoked weed with Willie again |
i knew Toby couldn't handle any of the joysticks.
*fuckin' lightweight* mind if i have his portion? :D |
Mike West
Squirrels some folks they like chicken and steak me, they give me the belly ache but i could eat a squirrel, i could eat a score when i get done i could eat a dozen more 'cause there ain't no fat but there's plenty of meat on them you can laugh at a fella like me for eatin' 'em joke's on you if you buy your meat from a store it's a shame what folks pay good money for some folks they like shootin deer the got them big ol' trucks and their camouflage gear but i reckon they're workin' too hard i never take my gun out of my back yard there ain't no fat but there's plenty of meat on them you can laugh at a fella like me for eatin' 'em joke's on you if you're out in the wood 'cause the best hunting is right here in my neighborhood now my dad lived til he was ninety two and he ate squirrels just like i do never saw a doctor never took no pills just ate pickled peaches and squirrels there ain't no fat but there's plenty of meat on them you can laugh at a fella like that for eatin' 'em joke's on you, yeah you're smarter than me but i got a strong heart and clear arteries i hear in france the french eat frogs and in some parts folks eat dogs well if it tastes good i say cook it if you don't like how it look, well, don't look at it there ain't no fat but there's plenty of meat on them you can laugh at a fella like me for eatin' 'em joke's on you if you never tried it go on now fella just take a bite out of it cows do more drugs than athletes and god only knows what goes in chicken feed but squirrels, they only eat nuts so i eat squirrels and nothing but there ain't no fat but there's plenty of meat on them you can laugh at a fella like me for eatin' 'em joke's on you if you buy your meat from a store shame what folks pay good money for |
you eat skwerlz don't you joe?
i can see it now.......skwerl pot pie and a guinness. you are fucked up eh? |
Squirrel Pot Pie
Cook squirrel until tender, covered with water and salt to taste. Dough: 1 cup milk 3 tablespoons shortening 1 teaspoon baking powder 1/2 teaspoon salt Enough flour to make very stiff dough Roll dough as thin as possible. Cut in squares. Use large baking dish. Grease baking dish. Add layer of thinly sliced potatoes in baking dish, then layer of dough. Add layer of squirrel in middle of dish. Continue layers of potatoes and dough, ending with top layer of dough. Cover with broth squirrel was cooked in and bake about 1 hour at 375 degrees F. Recipe taken from Miss Daisy Celebrates Tennessee by Daisy King, 1995, The Hillsboro Press. ISBN 1-881576-54-X. And in case you're wondering, no... I have never eaten a squirrel. Nor do I intend to. Yuck. |
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thank christ!!!!! i almost had to take you off of my buddy list eh :D |
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