11-30-2005, 06:05 PM
It's because of cities like Philly and Detroit that I stubbornly refuse to cross the Mason Dixon line in my old age.
Stinky smelly crime infested hell holes.
And to be completely fair and not have this looking like a cheap shot at Dayumyankees, I no longer set foot in Atlanta either. Nor do I go to South New York-Jersey. Er, I mean Florida.
Oh, and to keep this on topic, I say we invade Canada. Unstable governments create breeding grounds, according to our current administration, and we can't have the pot smoking, free health care loving, free crack pipe getting peoples of Canada being turned in to terrorists. Second, we owe them for burning down the white house way back when. I say we liberate the heck out of them and take away their delicious maple syrup. I mean, I was just reading about peak maple syrup prices and how the Canadian Maple Syrup consortiums are using underhanded means to artificially inflate the cost of that sweet sugary liquid crack for flapjacks. Why, grade B organic maple syrup, the really thick mostly unrefined stuff, the GOOD stuff, it was 39 dollars for a gallon when I went shopping the other day.
Stinky smelly crime infested hell holes.
And to be completely fair and not have this looking like a cheap shot at Dayumyankees, I no longer set foot in Atlanta either. Nor do I go to South New York-Jersey. Er, I mean Florida.
Oh, and to keep this on topic, I say we invade Canada. Unstable governments create breeding grounds, according to our current administration, and we can't have the pot smoking, free health care loving, free crack pipe getting peoples of Canada being turned in to terrorists. Second, we owe them for burning down the white house way back when. I say we liberate the heck out of them and take away their delicious maple syrup. I mean, I was just reading about peak maple syrup prices and how the Canadian Maple Syrup consortiums are using underhanded means to artificially inflate the cost of that sweet sugary liquid crack for flapjacks. Why, grade B organic maple syrup, the really thick mostly unrefined stuff, the GOOD stuff, it was 39 dollars for a gallon when I went shopping the other day.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."