The Fly Trap (Possibly NSFW)
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I called the number. it's not for the jerry springer show but some retarded spinoff.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Steve_Wilkos_Show
Syrup Beaver
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yeah and from the description it's even dumber than the springer show. let's travel to chicago so someone can call you stupid on tv......
but I think the Ex husband wants me on as a witness that the bitch is crazy. which I'm not getting into at all.
Just tell him he can grab any random person from the street to verify she's a bitch.
Wow... that's actually kinda funny.
I've never ridden that train. In fact, I've made a point of never riding that train. I guess now I know why.
"Woo woo...
Come on ride the train hey ride it woo woo
Come on ride the train hey ride it woo woo
Come on ride the train woo woo hey
Ride it woo woo
Come on ride the train
Woo woo hey ride it woo woo
Come on ride the train
It's the choo choo ride it woo woo
Come on ride the train it's the choo choo train
Come on ride the train it's the choo choo
Ride it, woo woo
Come on, ride the train, it's the choo choo train"
Well on a train, I met a dame
She rather handsome
We kinda look the same
She was pretty
From New York City
I'm walkin' down that old fair lane
I'm in heat, I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her so
I said, Train Kept A Rollin' all night long
Train Kept A Rollin' all night long
Train Kept A Rollin' all night long
Train Kept A Rollin' all night long
With a heave, and a ho
But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no
Well, get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
Well, get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
I'm in heat, I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no
Well on a train, I met a dame
She rather handsome
We kinda looked the same
She was pretty
From New York City
I'm walkin' down that old fair lane
I'm in heat, I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her so
Well, get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
Well, get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
I'm in heat, I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her
Well, we made a stop in Albequerque
She musta thought
I was a real cool jerk
Got off the train, and put her hands up
Lookin' so good, I couldn't let her go
But I just couldn't tell her so
I'm in heat, I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her
Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
CHORUS:
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
CHORUS
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.
Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
CHORUS:
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
CHORUS
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.
Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Lunch today:
It's half a sandwich, believe it or not. Huge bread, big slabs of turkey, cheese, lettuce, onions. So damn good.
It's half a sandwich, believe it or not. Huge bread, big slabs of turkey, cheese, lettuce, onions. So damn good.
and mayo, sry forgot that part. This turkey is deli turkey, not the prepackaged shit in stores. Good stuff. Still digesting this meal, haha.
edit: I used to hate mayo when I was a kid. I grew up with Miracle Whip on sandwiches and cole slaw. But no restaurants use Miracle Whip, so I got used to eating sandwiches with mayo.
edit: I used to hate mayo when I was a kid. I grew up with Miracle Whip on sandwiches and cole slaw. But no restaurants use Miracle Whip, so I got used to eating sandwiches with mayo.
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Syrup Beaver
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Syrup Beaver
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Dharma1521
Soooo do I look as young as I look?
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