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Speaking of which…
And not to leave out…
Much. Better. Signage….
Speaking of which…
And not to leave out…
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Friend of mine sent me an article last week explaining a newly discovered fact that the hot air hand dryers so prevalent in restrooms blow fecal bacteria on the hands of those who use them. It’s always something, it seems.
Those really high power hand dryers you drop your hands into look like a euro urinal. Don’t ask anything more about that…
Watching those truckers hit the bridges! Others’ really bad days are such delightful comedy, and the only thing better would be to hear some Slav guy swear in Russian after the mishap.
If you are wearing a tiara or a crown, do not stuff your head up your ass.
Exception. S.J. Lee, fat-ass congressmoron from TX, wearing a massive Stetson, successfully shoved a stove up her nether pipe and commenced waddling down Main Street in the signature way that has made her a source of hissing and regret to all right-thinking persons..
80% of the touchscreen menu kiosks at McDonald’s tested positive for e-coli.
Same thing with the ice bins at the drink stations.
The more “self serve” there is the more shit you might ingest.
Just stay home and the worst that can happen is you consume your own nastiness.
No, that won’t work neither.
While cleaning up a used car he had bought for his daughter, my brother found a shit filled pair of women’s underpants under the back seat. I told him that’s to be expected when someone (anyone) prefers anal. We laughed and laughed and laughed.
Remus #1: Avoid crowds. (more than 3 people in a 500 square foot area is a crowd)
I’m a little out of touch with what the younger generation is doing. So seriously what could you possibly do with Oreos that would get them banned?
“So seriously what could you possibly do with Oreos that would get them banned?”
Any kind of food (and most drinks) in a library will draw bugs. Which damage books, microfilms, and all the other stuff on library shelves. So I’m thinking there was a recent infestation that got traced to Oreos.
Apropos of the Evil Little Brother: Can’t help wondering whether the Whitehouse Movers at 0:12 were hauling Bammy’s stuff to his new digs.
Casey,
I’ve seen airport urinals in Amsterdam and more recently in Singapore that had the silhouette of a fly embedded in the ceramic. I suppose to make you want to aim and hit the fly versus aimlessly pissing all over the floor.