Nikos
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Nikos
Heading to the airport to go to Colorado for a sibling reunion with all of our kids and grandkids. We are converging from FL, NC, GA, MO, TX, ID, CA, and MN. Should be a hoot. Estes Park, watch out, for the young's and young 'uns are coming to town!
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littlelady
God bless the USA
That is awesome. Have a safe trip and a great time. Be sure to tell us all about it. That is one huge reunion!
Im_Me
Active Member
Fun
“All I want is to have a little fun
Before I die," says the man next to me
Out of nowhere, apropos of nothing. He says
His name’s William but I’m sure he’s Bill
Or Billy, Mac or Buddy; he’s plain ugly to me,
And I wonder if he’s ever had fun in his life.
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday,
In a bar that faces a giant car wash.
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch hours, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts and suits.
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store,
The genetic engineering lab, but not a single one
Appears to be having fun like Billy and me.
I like a good beer buzz early in the day,
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud and shred them on the bar.
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack,
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
Before blowing and cursing them out.
A happy couple enters the bar, dangerously close
To one another, like this is a motel,
But they clean up their act when we give them
A Look. One quick beer and they’re out,
Down the road and in the next state
For all I care, smiling like idiots.
We cover sports and politics and once,
When Billy burns his thumb and lets out a yelp,
The bartender looks up from his want-ads.
Otherwise the bar is ours, and the day and the night
And the car wash too, the matches and the Buds
And the clean and dirty cars, the sun and the moon
And every motel on this highway. It’s ours, you hear?
And we’ve got plans, so relax and let us in—
All we want is to have a little fun.
Looking at this thread made me think of this...That is all.
“All I want is to have a little fun
Before I die," says the man next to me
Out of nowhere, apropos of nothing. He says
His name’s William but I’m sure he’s Bill
Or Billy, Mac or Buddy; he’s plain ugly to me,
And I wonder if he’s ever had fun in his life.
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday,
In a bar that faces a giant car wash.
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch hours, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts and suits.
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store,
The genetic engineering lab, but not a single one
Appears to be having fun like Billy and me.
I like a good beer buzz early in the day,
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud and shred them on the bar.
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack,
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
Before blowing and cursing them out.
A happy couple enters the bar, dangerously close
To one another, like this is a motel,
But they clean up their act when we give them
A Look. One quick beer and they’re out,
Down the road and in the next state
For all I care, smiling like idiots.
We cover sports and politics and once,
When Billy burns his thumb and lets out a yelp,
The bartender looks up from his want-ads.
Otherwise the bar is ours, and the day and the night
And the car wash too, the matches and the Buds
And the clean and dirty cars, the sun and the moon
And every motel on this highway. It’s ours, you hear?
And we’ve got plans, so relax and let us in—
All we want is to have a little fun.
Looking at this thread made me think of this...That is all.
Dakota
~~~~~~~
Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads.
All my memories gather round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads.
I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads
Take me home now, country roads,
Take me home now, country roads.
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads.
All my memories gather round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads.
I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads
Take me home now, country roads,
Take me home now, country roads.
Going to see the BeeGees tribute band at Jefferson Patterson Park in September! :disco:
Bee Gees#– Stayin' Alive Lyrics
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around#
Since I was born
And now it's all right, I don't care
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand#
The new york times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive#
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive
Well now, I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either, I really try
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose
You know it's all right, it's ok
I'll live to see another day
We can try to understand#
The new york times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive
Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk
Music loud and women warm
I've been kicked around since I was born
And now it's all right, it's ok
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand#
The new york times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive
Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
I'm stayin'
Bee Gees#– Stayin' Alive Lyrics
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around#
Since I was born
And now it's all right, I don't care
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand#
The new york times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive#
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive
Well now, I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either, I really try
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose
You know it's all right, it's ok
I'll live to see another day
We can try to understand#
The new york times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive
Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk
Music loud and women warm
I've been kicked around since I was born
And now it's all right, it's ok
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand#
The new york times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive
Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
I'm stayin'
GWguy
*
Once two urologists, both bored
Found a question that struck a sure chord
And they went forthwith
To dispel popular myth
And satisfy discontented hordes.
For many a man did they know
who oft wished his shoe size would grow
Cause as everyone "knows"
From the heel to the toes
Announces the size of his "hose".
But the doctors stopped and said 'wait!'
Your shoe size may not be your fate!
This myth must be tested
And the doctors suggested
A correlation would end the debate.
And thus, to asses size and shape
To their patients they took measuring tape
Stretched the di** to excess
The right length to assess
And took also the normal shoe shape.
And lo and behold but they found
That the myth of shoe size has no ground!
And no man's shoe size
should widen other's eyes
There was no correlation to be found.
So men everywhere, do walk tall!
Worry not if your feel are small!
The word on the street
About guys with big feet?
They wear larger shoes, is all.
Found a question that struck a sure chord
And they went forthwith
To dispel popular myth
And satisfy discontented hordes.
For many a man did they know
who oft wished his shoe size would grow
Cause as everyone "knows"
From the heel to the toes
Announces the size of his "hose".
But the doctors stopped and said 'wait!'
Your shoe size may not be your fate!
This myth must be tested
And the doctors suggested
A correlation would end the debate.
And thus, to asses size and shape
To their patients they took measuring tape
Stretched the di** to excess
The right length to assess
And took also the normal shoe shape.
And lo and behold but they found
That the myth of shoe size has no ground!
And no man's shoe size
should widen other's eyes
There was no correlation to be found.
So men everywhere, do walk tall!
Worry not if your feel are small!
The word on the street
About guys with big feet?
They wear larger shoes, is all.
Im_Me
Active Member
GWguy
*
I'm going to guess you have small feet.....
I have a flashlight. Wanna go to dinner and find out?
Im_Me
Active Member
I have a flashlight. Wanna go to dinner and find out?
I see what you did there
....Mangoes? Right?
