02-18-2006, 08:06 PM
You certainly didn't see my sorry brown ass out ice skating when I was growing up. That was for the rich folk. Or the people up north.
The only time I like ice is when it is in my drink damnit. I aint dumb. I aint going to strap some blades on my feet and go out and risk breaking my neck. Hell, my ass already done got a crack in it... With my luck I would slip up, fall, and finish breaking what God saw fit to crack.
And ice skating rinks? Are you nuts? Hell with you if you think I am going to pay money to go inside and freeze my ass off. No way. I am sorry if people aint got the common sense God gave a doorknob, but when it's cold you go inside to get near the fire or the heater and get warm. I aint paying nobody a dime to go inside and freeze my knappy ass off... And I don't care if it is hot or cold outside. That's just stupid.
It's 30 something degrees outside right now. It's colder than a witch's tit. I've got hot coffee and a warm wood burning stove. You can keep your cold.
The only time I like ice is when it is in my drink damnit. I aint dumb. I aint going to strap some blades on my feet and go out and risk breaking my neck. Hell, my ass already done got a crack in it... With my luck I would slip up, fall, and finish breaking what God saw fit to crack.
And ice skating rinks? Are you nuts? Hell with you if you think I am going to pay money to go inside and freeze my ass off. No way. I am sorry if people aint got the common sense God gave a doorknob, but when it's cold you go inside to get near the fire or the heater and get warm. I aint paying nobody a dime to go inside and freeze my knappy ass off... And I don't care if it is hot or cold outside. That's just stupid.
It's 30 something degrees outside right now. It's colder than a witch's tit. I've got hot coffee and a warm wood burning stove. You can keep your cold.
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...."