04-08-2005, 03:17 AM
New England Hookers?
Well, to start, they are YANKEES. And right off the bat, that's a pretty bad thing to begin with. Plus, up North, the women folk have the most annoying accent ever. And they talk through their noses. And they need a sammich for the love of God. I have seen Yankee women, you could grate cheese on their ribs.
Now a proper Southern Girl, raised on grits and biscuits, and chubby in all the right places... DAYUM. And the best part is, they tawk sooo durn slow that before they can say "I aint that type of girl" they are.
And on topic, this is what I love about computers. Right up there. That. Communication of thought. Good stuffâ¢.
Well, to start, they are YANKEES. And right off the bat, that's a pretty bad thing to begin with. Plus, up North, the women folk have the most annoying accent ever. And they talk through their noses. And they need a sammich for the love of God. I have seen Yankee women, you could grate cheese on their ribs.
Now a proper Southern Girl, raised on grits and biscuits, and chubby in all the right places... DAYUM. And the best part is, they tawk sooo durn slow that before they can say "I aint that type of girl" they are.
And on topic, this is what I love about computers. Right up there. That. Communication of thought. Good stuffâ¢.
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...."