So, I heard this song. I've heard it before. Some the lyrics go like this: If I die young/ lay me down/ at the river/ cover me with roses/ never clearer.I say this: If I die young, fuck the roses, just hustle me down to the river and dunk my fucking head. That should wake me up.
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Have you ever drank/drunk so much water, so fast, that you thought your belly might burst?
Me, either.
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Life is good, the house is looking great, my relationship with my girl is going swimmingly, my job is fantastict, I have lost some weight, and the skies are not cloudy all day!
There is also this bridge in Brooklyn....
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And so it goes (KV)....
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Do you remember that Uncle Remus story about the "tar-baby"?
Me, either
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If you bring up the subject of Jesus Christ and the Lord to some people, sometimes, you feel like you have a bulls-eye on your forehead.
Other times? It is as cool as a cucumber.
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And so it goes.
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Have you ever felt the urge to take a coach's whistle and sneak up behind people on a busy street and shrilllllllllllllllllllll as loud as you could?
Me, too.
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I broke my compter chair today. The left arm of it had been loosey-goosey for a while. Today? When I tried to shift my (over)weight?
The thing broke clean off.
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And so but we adjust.
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Here is a newsflash: Hospitals suck (ass).
In them, you often feel like a prisoner.
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End of story.
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Back in the '80s and '90s, there was a brand of clothes called, shockingly enough, B.U.M. Athletics. Who would want to wear that?!
Who'd want to be a bum?!
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2 comments:
If you die young, that's it: end of story. Who'd want a story to end like that?
Um...no one?
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