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@jen_jen wrote:
in Italy you buy fine leather handbags and shoes, France you buy wine and cheese . . . . . . . .. .
horrible misconceptions.
What century are you living in ?
take your pick.
I’m running out of fingers here.
she was dead right about the links though.
Posters generally use them to accentuate individuality, when all they mostly do is show the opposite. I’d make an exception in the Arts forum, but only just.
If reggae is involved.
another one . . . . . .
but very real and fu.ck the fakes
I always had a propensity for posting on threads that, . . . eventually, get deleted .
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@rubyred wrote:
bump…. for mischief sake.
you’re a very naughty girl,
and I didn’t wanna bump no more (with no big fat woman) too.
8)This all very ‘Eric the Taxi-Driver‘, in the same cheerleaders uniform, from JC five years ago isn’t it.
my god the crap that sharon and rainny had to put up with . . . . . .
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joe tex,
st annes – bristolno don’t go O no
O slow down Joe
The righteous part
I straight as an arrow
Take a walk
And you’ll find it too narrow
Too narrow for the likes of meWho’s that hanging from the gallow tree
His eyes are hollow but he looks like me
Who’s that swinging from the gallow tree
Up jumped the Devil and took my soul from meDown we go Down we go Down we go
The Devil and me Down we go down down down
Hell fire and flames Down we go Down we go
To Eternity Down we go We go down down down
Down we go we go down down down
Down we go the Devil and me to Eternity
We go down down down down down ad inferno:lol:
O My O My
What a wretched life
I was born on the day
That my poor mother died
I was cut from her belly
With a stanley knife
My daddy did a jig
With the drunk midwifeWho’s that yonder all in flames
Dragging behind him a sack of chains
Who’s that yonder all in flames
Up jumped the Devil and he staked his claimO poor heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villians part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the chambers of a dead nun’s heartWho’s that milling on the courthouse steps
Nailing my face to the hitching fence
Who’s that milling on the courthouse steps
Up jumped the Devil and off we creptO no O no
Where could I go
With my hump of trouble
And my sack of woe
To the digs and deserts of Mexico
Where my neck was safe from the lynching ropeWho’s that yonder laughing at me
Like I was the brunt of some hilarity
Who’s that yonder laughing at me
Up jumped the Devil 1, 2, 3Ha-Ha Ha Ha
How lucky we were
We hit the cathouse
And sampled their whares
We got as drunk
As a couple of Czars
One night I swallowed
My lucky starWho’s that dancing on the jailhouse roof
Stamping on the ramping with a cloven hoof
Who’s that dancing on the jailhouse roof
Up jumped the Devil and said “Here is your man and I got proof”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3J3QHzbK9jY
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many happy returns Netty
