I bought some tops and some cat food and went to see A Thousand Words, a movie I highly recommend. This was not typical Eddie Murphy comedy. Then came home to a pretty tree.
Have a wonderful evening.
In this song, just change all of the pronouns: he = she, him = her, women = men, son = chick, and it becomes "Faster horses, younger men, older whiskey and more money."


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So beautiful to see your blooming tree, it is truly a warm night here but the ice on the lake just went out today and blooms are still sleeping.
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Sounds like a good mother/son movie.
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Algis, isn't it fun when conditions line up for a picture.
zanelle, it is kind of mysterious, shadows and light. And the movie. Yep, I'm very glad I went.
He helped me thru the 80's as an awkward
yet totally perverse teen.
Then he had some problems i guess, i dunno,
i don't pry into my stars' lives...
(what's with angie & brad? is she really only like 99 lbs now?)
i am glad Mr . Murphy has made a good movie,
and delighted that you had a great time experiencing it.
I DO NOT approve of changing pronouns.
If i did, it would be
a slippery slope.
~R~
M. C. S., it is a very pretty tree.
It's snowing wildly again this afternoon....but at least the new rainboots are warm as I stack more firewood. : )
The one corner of the country that's freezing.
Maybe I'll get those plants and trees transplanted soon... I'll let your inspiration fuel my imagination for now...
A man and a woman who had never met before, but who were both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a trans-continental train.
Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly, he in the upper berth and she in the lower.
At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying, “Ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I’m awfully cold.”
“I have a better idea,” she replied. “Just for tonight, let’s pretend that we’re married.”
“Wow! That’s a great idea!” he exclaimed, thinking maybe she’d crawl in the bunk and warm him up.
“Good,” she said. “Get your own fucking blanket.”
After a moment of silence, he farted, rolled over and started to snore.
as long as u are singing them.
Great joke, MM.
re. the power lines, can't you just prune the tree ?
MM, another classic.
James, only when singing. Promise.
Kim, it does get pruned- huge notch in the middle of the tree. I just have to beg every time it needs done. Tired of it.
John, that is a good song.