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  1. I work with my hands, often in the dirt. Can't abide fingernails beyond the finger-tips.
  2. Looks good, dem00n. I like the stained natural mo' bettah than the gold.
  3. It ain't fair. Sorry to hear this, Pumpkin.
  4. SP,I'm pleased you enjoyed it. I can't count the number of songs I thought I knew, only to later discover how far off I'd been. Or, like you, be taken by the melody and hook but never really listen to the lyric. Here's an account of something very similar, a skit by The Vacant Lot Paul: Yeah, that's what he says... So when I go on the subway, I have to blow up this inflatable donut. Nick: Want another? Vito: Yeah. Rob: That's stupid. Paul: All stupid. Vito: One. Nick: Oh, uh... two. Paul: Three. Nick: Wanna go for four? Paul: I could if I wanted to. Nick: Got a lot of time... Paul: Yeah, I could if I wanted to. Vito: Man, it *is* late... Rob? Rob: Oh, I'm fine. Nick, Vito and Paul: Whoo...! Vito: Rob's lying. Nick: Rob's bluffing. Rob: Yeah, I'm fine... Vito: What's the word? [misc. muttering] Vito: What the hell? Paul: Nothing, nothing... [brief quiet] Nick: [singing] Blinded by the light, held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night... Vito: What the hell was that? Nick: It's that song, Blinded by the Light. Paul: Yeah, we know what the song it is, but what were *you* singing? Nick:[singing] Blinded by the light... Vito: Go on... Nick:[singing] ...held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night. Vito: Not what he sings. Nick: Yes it is. Paul: That's not what he sings. Vito: No, it's not. Nick: All right, what *is* he singing? Vito:[singing] Blinded by the light, ripped up like a ******, you're gonna throw away the night. Nick: I don't think so. Vito: That's what he sings. Nick: No it isn't. Vito: It is. Nick: That doesn't make any sense. Vito: Oh, like yours makes sense. Nick: It *does*. Paul: Held up like a loufa? Nick: Like a loufa... sponge. Vito: Who's holding up the loufa sponge? Nick: The foreman of the night. Paul: *Why* is the "foreman of the night" holding up a loufa sponge? Nick: Well, he's making some kinda statement, or something. Vito: Pretty stupid statement if you ask me... Nick: Oh, and yours makes a lot of sense... Vito: More sense than yours... Nick: Ripped up like a ******? Vito: Yes. A ******. Yes. Paul: How do you rip up a ******? Vito: It's french. Means small French bath towel. [Nick waves hand dismissingly] Vito: No, no, it's obvious it's a song about a guy, lying in a gutter somewhere with nothing but this... small French bath towel, a ******, to protect him from the night. [singing] Blinded by the light, ripped up like a ******, you're gonna throw away the night. [Paul rolls his eyes, making an exasperated face] Nick: Okay, okay. So between my loufa sponge and your ripped up ******, we can agree in principle it's a song about bathing. Vito: Okay. Nick: Okay. Vito: Okay. Paul: Now you're both nuts. Nick: Oh, what do *you* think it is? Paul: Oh, what do I *know* it is? Nick and Vito: What do I *know* it is? Paul:[singing] Blinded by the light, remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might. Vito:What?! Nick: *What* the hell was that?! Paul: I've got the lyrics sheet at home. Nick: Yeah, well, you got the wrong lyrics sheet, because it's blinded Nick and Vito: by the Nick, Vito, and Paul: light, Nick, Vito, and Paul [each says his own]: -held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night -ripped up like a ******, you're gonna throw away the night -remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might [singing: ] blinded by the light, -held up like a loufa by the foreman of the night -ripped up like a ******, you're gonna throw away the night -remmed up like a dochent in the humble of the might blinded by the light, held- ripped- remmed- Rob: Shut up!!! It *is*: [reciting, emphasizing each word] blinded by the light, racked up like a deuce, another roller in the night. Okay? There's no loufa sponges, there's no ripping of ******s, and whatever the hell *you* said there's none of that, alright?! That's the way the song was written, that's the way the you sing the song. You don't sing the song any other way because it wasn't *written* any other-are you laughing at me? Are you laughing? Shut up! Shut your freakin'... goof ball... Jeeerk... Jerk jerk jerk jerk jeeeerk... [Rob storms off] Nick, Vito, and Paul: Whoo... Vito: Man... Nick: *Some*body's a little hot under the colander...
  5. I was drafted in '68, started drinking "to settle my nerves" just before I came home in '70. I settled my nerves for 20 years and became a fookin' drunk in the process. In January of '90 I decided my Mom and Pop didn't raise a fookin' drunk and I quit. I've been sober now longer than I was a fookin' drunk. Sober's much better for me.
  6. Charlie, and his music, mellowed somewhat after he tried to die a couple times. He got religion and sorta cleaned up his act. No knock on his salvation but I did find it a more natural fit beforehand. His "Devil went downt o Georgia" was a perfect example of "before" and "after". Good stuff anytime, though.
  7. P'raps there's an off chance some of the younger members haven't yet heard this Charlie Daniels classic, Trudy. If you count yourself among the uninitiated, please do yourself the favor of reading the lyrics first, then enjoy the vid. This is one of, if not THE best of Charlies many hits that tells a story both lyrically and musically. For some reason it got in my head early this morning and I thought it best to share it with you. Enjoy Trudy Call up Trudy on the telephone Send a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas And they won't let me outta this jail And if she asks you how I'm fairing Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card mechanic Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash Luckiest man in Dallas County He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women Drove a big long Cadillac limosine Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas And a hotel suite in New Orleans Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket And a 44 hog leg up under his coat Cut you down in a New York minute If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote So call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas And they won't let me outta this jail If she asks you how I'm fairing Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind I just got to town last Friday evening Sure as hell didn't mean to stay I was on my way back to Louisiana Had a powerful thirst and six months pay I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on D-ville I was flying high and feeling mean Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye I dropped 35 dollars in the slot machine And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card I set down and won me a 110 I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling in He red dogged the table like a 707 Pretty soon he done won all of my bread I accused him of cheating he reached for a pistol I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head Then I took off a running like a motorcycle Heard the bullets whining and sirens wail But it took half the cops in Dallas County Just to put one coon *** boy in jail So call up Trudy on the telephone Send her a letter in the mail Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas And they won't let me outta this jail And if she asks you how I'm fairing Tell her I'm just about to lose my mind Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker And the girl I left behind http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUESvITrvsI
  8. He travels. And he likes llamas...a LOT!
  9. Makes me wonder about all that braggin' he did about the pygmies.
  10. Baby Lucy Abby then... Abby now. Lucy, Abby(top) and Emma Missus Cruzn, Lucy and Abby and a bowl of ice cream Darryl and Larry and Larry...or is it Larry and Darryl and Darryl
  11. On my knees with da Blues, ca: 1965 Poundin' da Blues, ca: 1965 Pickin' and sangin' da Blues, ca: 1998
  12. Gone again. See y'all later and elsewhere.

  13. What an interesting question. Only you can determine the worthiness of the article according to your own values and interest. Perhaps you could initiate a thread pursuant to how we might determine a topic's worthiness prior to posting. Very interesting...
  14. Rockers Apologize for Jakarta Governor's Finger Flap "Band members with whom Jakarta Governor Fauzi Bowo was photographed raising his middle finger apologized for enabling the governor's pose. The band's drummer, Jarot Guntoro, told a news conference in Jakarta on Tuesday that he and his friends were sorry for "making Fauzi follow our gesture."
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