02-24-2005, 11:29 PM
flappy white things - fat round white women whose triceps become sails in a strong wind, more often the arm just flap in the wind.
How's the snow up there? I'm coming home Friday. Not for good, though. Just a week.
How's the snow up there? I'm coming home Friday. Not for good, though. Just a week.
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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>