Sad to see whiny "I'm offended" asshatery infect the once mighty FAWTLY thread, but...there you go. Was a time, f%$* heads like that had the common decency to take it elsewhere, after a bit of chastising.
I used to be sad about leaving. Not anymore.
you sound offended.
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you sound offended.Sad to see whiny "I'm offended" asshatery infect the once mighty FAWTLY thread, but...there you go. Was a time, f%$* heads like that had the common decency to take it elsewhere, after a bit of chastising.
I used to be sad about leaving. Not anymore.
Nah, just sad. Maybe a little annoyed, as well.
Nah, just sad. Maybe a little annoyed, as well.you sound offended.Sad to see whiny "I'm offended" asshatery infect the once mighty FAWTLY thread, but...there you go. Was a time, f%$* heads like that had the common decency to take it elsewhere, after a bit of chastising.
I used to be sad about leaving. Not anymore.
I know you live in Texas(why, I don't know), but don't turn into hank hill. The world does not exist to do what you tell it to/make sense to you. Stupid people and weird people and whedon fans exist. Pet the tiger and let it go.
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I know you live in Texas(why, I don't know), but don't turn into hank hill.
I live in Texas because I like (a)an awesome state with an economy that's better than most others, (b)being in the south and away from the evil that is winter, and (c) being in the most awesome part of the country.
My kid is going to be Hank Hill. I'm going to be Hank's dad, the guy who let Hank grow up thinking he was a native born Texan, only to later unleash the horrifying truth that Hank was actually born in the northeast.
The world does not exist to do what you tell it to/make sense to you.
This is probably one of the reasons sucktastic shit happens.
Stupid people and weird people exist.
You forgot whiny people, people who want to be offended, people who want to ruin everyone else's fun, people who want to tell everyone else what to do, people who love winter, people who think New York is a good place to live, people who think that anime is the GREATEST THING EVAR!!!, people who insist that Alton Brown is evil and must be destroyed, when he's really just a quirky little entertainer/food guy, people with an unreasoning hatred of Joss Whedon.....
I know you live in Texas(why, I don't know), but don't turn into hank hill.I live in Texas because I like (a)an awesome state with an economy that's better than most others, (b)being in the south and away from the evil that is winter, and (c) being in the most awesome part of the country.
My kid is going to be Hank Hill. I'm going to be Hank's dad, the guy who let Hank grow up thinking he was a native born Texan, only to later unleash the horrifying truth that Hank was actually born in the northeast.
The world does not exist to do what you tell it to/make sense to you.This is probably one of the reasons sucktastic s$%* happens.
Stupid people and weird people exist.You forgot whiny people, people who want to be offended, people who want to ruin everyone else's fun, people who want to tell everyone else what to do, people who love winter, people who think New York is a good place to live, people who think that anime is the GREATEST THING EVAR!!!, people who insist that Alton Brown is evil and must be destroyed, when he's really just a quirky little entertainer/food guy, people with an unreasoning hatred of Joss Whedon.....
believe it or not, Cotton Hill is one of my all time favorite characters.
I'm calling you cotton from now on.
I know you live in Texas(why, I don't know), but don't turn into hank hill.I live in Texas because I like (a)an awesome state with an economy that's better than most others, (b)being in the south and away from the evil that is winter, and (c) being in the most awesome part of the country.
My kid is going to be Hank Hill. I'm going to be Hank's dad, the guy who let Hank grow up thinking he was a native born Texan, only to later unleash the horrifying truth that Hank was actually born in the northeast.
The world does not exist to do what you tell it to/make sense to you.This is probably one of the reasons sucktastic s*~@ happens.
Stupid people and weird people exist.You forgot whiny people, people who want to be offended, people who want to ruin everyone else's fun, people who want to tell everyone else what to do, people who love winter, people who think New York is a good place to live, people who think that anime is the GREATEST THING EVAR!!!, people who insist that Alton Brown is evil and must be destroyed, when he's really just a quirky little entertainer/food guy, people with an unreasoning hatred of Joss Whedon.....
I know you exist. I haven't been talking to myself this whole time have I?
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I know you live in Texas(why, I don't know), but don't turn into hank hill.I live in Texas because I like (a)an awesome state with an economy that's better than most others, (b)being in the south and away from the evil that is winter, and (c) being in the most awesome part of the country.
My kid is going to be Hank Hill. I'm going to be Hank's dad, the guy who let Hank grow up thinking he was a native born Texan, only to later unleash the horrifying truth that Hank was actually born in the northeast.
The world does not exist to do what you tell it to/make sense to you.This is probably one of the reasons sucktastic s$%* happens.
Stupid people and weird people exist.You forgot whiny people, people who want to be offended, people who want to ruin everyone else's fun, people who want to tell everyone else what to do, people who love winter, people who think New York is a good place to live, people who think that anime is the GREATEST THING EVAR!!!, people who insist that Alton Brown is evil and must be destroyed, when he's really just a quirky little entertainer/food guy, people with an unreasoning hatred of Joss Whedon.....
believe it or not, Cotton Hill is one of my all time favorite characters.
I'm calling you cotton from now on.
Is that his name? I did not know. I was never a regular watcher of the show, but did see the "born in New York" episode. When we moved from Philly to Texas, I remembered it.
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I know you exist. I haven't been talking to myself this whole time have I?I know you live in Texas(why, I don't know), but don't turn into hank hill.I live in Texas because I like (a)an awesome state with an economy that's better than most others, (b)being in the south and away from the evil that is winter, and (c) being in the most awesome part of the country.
My kid is going to be Hank Hill. I'm going to be Hank's dad, the guy who let Hank grow up thinking he was a native born Texan, only to later unleash the horrifying truth that Hank was actually born in the northeast.
The world does not exist to do what you tell it to/make sense to you.This is probably one of the reasons sucktastic s*~@ happens.
Stupid people and weird people exist.You forgot whiny people, people who want to be offended, people who want to ruin everyone else's fun, people who want to tell everyone else what to do, people who love winter, people who think New York is a good place to live, people who think that anime is the GREATEST THING EVAR!!!, people who insist that Alton Brown is evil and must be destroyed, when he's really just a quirky little entertainer/food guy, people with an unreasoning hatred of Joss Whedon.....
Naah, you're thinking of the younger folk. I'm actually to decent and awesome to tell other people what to do. I may make suggestions (or complaints), but nobody has to follow them/give two shits about them.
I will admit that I'm a cranky old grognard who likes to complain about the young whippersnappers and how big of idiots they can be. That's why I keep it here, where people can just shut me out when I get cranky. For me, however, it's cathartic.
You'd love it Freedhold - I'm doing MATH!!!
don't you curse at me.
passes through the thread like an errant breeze
Back to work today!
Back to work today!
Hi Patrick,
yOu had some great fotos on facebook, looked like you had a good time
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Later, I was coming out of the bathroom. Ahead of me, the 5th floor receptionist was coming out of the ladies bathroom. When she realized I was there, she got all embarrassed because she was sniffing her armpit, apparently.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that I hadn't seen what she had been doing.
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A high roller even when the chips are down
To win her over, I'd seen the tables turn around
She's ten the hard way, I can feel it in my bones
She'll be makin' my day and not another night alone
'Til it's time for a windfall and not a single minute too soon
I've been too long overdue, now I'm gonna shoot the moon
I'd bet it all on a good run of bad luck
Seven come eleven and she could be mine
Luck be a lady, and I'm gonna find love comin' on the bottom line
I've been to the table, and I've lost it all before
I'm willin' and able, always comin' back for more
Squeezin' out a thin dime 'til there's no one hanging on my arm
I've gambled on a third time, a fool will tell you it's a charm
If I'm bettin' on a loser, I'm gonna have a devil to pay
But it's the only game I know to play, it doesn't matter anyway
I'd bet it all on a good run of bad luck
Seven come eleven and she could be mine
Luck be a lady, and I'm gonna find love comin' on the bottom line
I'd bet it all on a good run of bad luck
Seven come eleven and she could be mine
Luck be a lady, and I'm gonna find love comin' on the bottom line
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I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.
I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around
I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..
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On a warm summer's eve
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us, he began to speak
He said, "Son, I've made a life
Out of readin' people's faces
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind me sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice"
So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep"
And when he finished speakin'
He turned back toward the window
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler he broke even
And in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
You've got to know when to hold 'em
(When to hold 'em)
Know when to fold 'em
(When to fold 'em)
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
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Livin on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath as hard as kerosene
You weren't your momma's only boy, but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams
Pancho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin words, ah but that's the way it goes
All the Federales say, they could've had him any day
They only let him slip away, out of kindness I suppose
Lefty he can't sing the blues all night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows
All the Federales say, they could've had him any day
They only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose
The boys tell how old Pancho fell, and Lefty's livin in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
And so the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true, but save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do, and now he's growing old
All the Federales say, they could've had him any day
They only let him go so long, out of kindness I suppose
A few gray Federales say, they could've had him any day
They only let him go so long, out of kindness I suppose
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To all the girls I've loved before
Who traveled in and out my door
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the girls I've loved before
To all the girls I once caressed
And may I say I've held the best
For helping me to grow
I owe a lot I know
To all the girls I've loved before
The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away
To all the girls who shared my life
Who now are someone else's wives
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the girls I've loved before
To all the girls who cared for me
Who filled my nights with ecstasy
They live within my heart
I'll always be a part
Of all the girls I've loved before
The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away
To all the girls we've loved before
Who traveled in and out our doors
We're glad they came along
We dedicate this song
To all the girls we've loved before
To all the girls we've loved before
Who traveled in and out our doors
We're glad they came along
We dedicate this song
To all the girls we've loved before