11-20-2003, 04:21 PM
Quote:Originally posted by header
Today my wife wakes me up and says our sons in the living room. I run in there to see what kind of trouble he's getting into. He's in the kitchen with a pitcher of raspberry juice on the verge of spilling it all over himself.
I proceed to get ready for work and while I am here I drink hot chocolate that smells like garbage and spill it all over myself.
I spend the rest of my day dividing my time between work and chatting and posting.
Riveting television.
Yeah, but with the right soundtrack and proper editing: they can show the picture on the verge of tipping every 10 minutes before commercial breaks.....
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<center>Boy the way Glen Miller played,
songs that made the hit parade,
guys like us we had it made,
those were the days,
and you know where you were then,
girls were girls and men were men,
mister we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again,
didn't need no welfare states
everybody pulled his weight,
gee our old Lasalle ran great,
those were the days!</center>
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<center>Boy the way Glen Miller played,
songs that made the hit parade,
guys like us we had it made,
those were the days,
and you know where you were then,
girls were girls and men were men,
mister we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again,
didn't need no welfare states
everybody pulled his weight,
gee our old Lasalle ran great,
those were the days!</center>