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Milly Moris

Scenes From An Italian Restaraunt Billy Joel A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I - face to face A bottle of red, a bottle of white It all depends upon your appetite I'll meet you any time you want In our Italian Restaurant. Things are okay with me these days Got a good job, got a good office I got a new wife, got a new life And the family is fine We lost touch long ago You lost weight I did not know You could ever look so nice after so much time. Do you remember those days hanging out at the village green? Engineer boots, leather jackets and tight blue jeans Oh, you drop a dime in the box play the song about New Orleans Cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadies And the king and the queen of the prom Riding around with the car top down and the radio on Nobody looked any finer Or was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner We never knew we could want more than that out of life Surely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive. Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of '75 when they decided the marriage would be at the end of July Everyone said they were crazy "Brenda you know that you're much too lazy and Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life." Oh, but there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye. Well they got an apartment with deep pile carpets And a couple of paintings from Sears A big waterbed that they bought with the bread They had saved for a couple of years They started to fight when the money got tight And they just didn't count on the tears. And Rock and Roll! Well, they lived for a while in a very nice style But it's always the same in the end They got a divorce as a matter of course And they parted the closest of friends Then the king and the queen went back to the green But you could never go back there again. Brenda and Eddie had it already by the summer of '75 From the high to the low to the end of the show For the rest of their lives They couldn't go back to the greasers The best they could do was pick up the pieces We always knew they would both find a way to get by That's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie Can't tell you more 'cause I've told you already And here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye. A bottle of reds, a bottle of whites Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight I'll meet you anytime you want In our Italian Restaurant.

I'll smash the Fonz's face into Gorilla cookies!

Nice call 2Track, I posted an Alley marathon a few pages back _____________________________________________________ Christy Moran Her ass is like the most beautiful thing ever saw...

Queen Bohemian Rhapsody Words and music by freddie mercury Is this the real life- Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide- No escape from reality- Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see- I’m just a poor boy,i need no sympathy- Because I’m easy come,easy go, A little high,little low, Anyway the wind blows,doesn’t really matter to me, To me Mama,just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger,now he’s dead, Mama,life had just begun, But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away- Mama ooo, Didn’t mean to make you cry- If I’m not back again this time tomorrow- Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters- Too late,my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine- Body’s aching all the time, Goodbye everybody-I’ve got to go- Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth- Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows) I don’t want to die, I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all- I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango- Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me- Galileo,galileo, Galileo galileo Galileo figaro-magnifico- But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me- He’s just a poor boy from a poor family- Spare him his life from this monstrosity- Easy come easy go-,will you let me go- Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go- Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go let me go No,no,no,no,no,no,no- Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go- Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me- So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye- So you think you can love me and leave me to die- Oh baby-can’t do this to me baby- Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here- Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me, Any way the wind blows....

On that note... WTF is a Cha-Chi?

Holy Shit.

I think I love you bunnyfoofoo

Wonder Woman Nikki Cox .......... That's settles it then... I am submitting my application for the Justice League tommorow...

I just posted a poem that really reinforced my American identity...

Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing. Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark. Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit. Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage? Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master. Vincent: Given a lot of 'em? Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'. Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage? [Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up] Jules: Fuck you. Vincent: You give them a lot? Jules: Fuck you. Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself. Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here.

Oh.....my bad................. TIMBALAND Baby! [Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS] Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit) Let me touch it (let me touch it) Let me feel it (let me feel it) Let me grab it (let me grab it) That-that fat rabbit (uh oh) [Ludacris - Verse Two] Fatter than fat, fat like a dub sack Showin them where that love's at So open up yo' eyes, and get a surprise like in Cracker Jacks Punan' Don happy, givin up that nappy dug out Get the cut up, then I cut out Why you standin there wit yo' butt out (whoo) And it's always in the back of my mind Whatever the place, whatever the time Even in College Park after dark I'ma get that sunshine Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya But beginners give me a thigh, breast, and leg like Mrs. Winter And let dinner be served Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder and put so much light in yo' life I'll make the roaches scatter The wetta the betta, I'm ready to get ya Gotta have that rabbit like that cheddar So I can freak you like I just met ya Hot like a sauna get comfy like in a Cadillac Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone Jack Kick back relax and just take off yo' shoes While I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh) Yeah ..Smack it up, flip it , rub it downnnnnnnn, OH no! [bell-Biv-Davoe]

Otis Redding- Try a Little Tenderness Oh she may be weary- Them young girls they do get wearied Wearing that same old miniskirt dress But when she gets weary You try a little tenderness Oh man that Un hunh I know she’s waiting Just anticipating The thing that youl never never possess No no no But while she there waiting Try just a little bit of tenderness Thats all you got to do Now it might be a little bit sentimental no But she has her greavs and care But the soft words they are spoke so gentle Yeah yeah yeah And it makes it easier to bear Oh she wont regret it No no Them young girls they don’t forget it Love is their whole happiness Yeah yeha yeah But it’s all so easy All you got to do is try Try a little tenderness Yeah Damn that hart (hard? ) All you got to do is know how to love her You’ve got to Hold her Squeeze her Never leave her Now get to her Got got got to try a little tenderness Yeah yeah Lord have mercy now All you got to do is take my advice You’ve got to hold her Don’t squeeze her Never leave her You’ve got to hold her And never So you got to try a little tenderness A little tenderness... Tenderness Little tenderness Tenderness

East Coast Girl - Kelly Monaco - From PA to General Hospital to Dancing With the Stars to Miss November 2005... Wha, uh huh Yea Dirty South, can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South, can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South, (uh huh) can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast - Ludicris

Frank Sinatra Time After Time ______________________________ What good are words I say to you? They can’t convey to you what’s in my heart If you could hear instead The things I’ve left unsaid Time after time I tell myself that i’m So lucky to be loving you So lucky to be The one you run to see In the evening, when the day is through I only know what I know The passing years will show You’ve kept my love so young, so new And time after time You’ll hear me say that I'm....... So lucky to be loving you.

The Sandra Shine Smoke Show

I fuckin hate the Houston Astros.......... Thank you Albert... Albert Pujols' dramatic, three-run home run in the ninth inning off Houston Astros closer Brad Lidge gave the 100-win Cardinals a last-gasp chance to save their season. The Cardinals beat Houston 5-4 Monday night, and they'll try to keep the comeback going in Game 6 Wednesday night at 40-year-old Busch Stadium, which will be demolished after the season to make room for a new ballpark that will carry the same name.

I love when I wake up to the sound of the TV in the am... Everybody now... It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood, A beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine?... It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood, A neighborly day for a beauty. Would you be mine? Could you be mine?... I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you. I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you. So, let's make the most of this beautiful day. Since we're together we might as well say: Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor? Won't you please, Won't you please? Please won't you be .......... my neighbor?

thirty six hours? you're nuts...