So...should I go a head and cancel the Grey Alert?
I personally don't have a facebook account, but I really don't see what facebook has to do with the post. I will say that the copy and paste stuff is spot on in my (in opinion) to correct it. Once the masses finally accept it the damage will already be done.
Hahahahaha
sigh... F!@#$ me in the goat-ass...
sigh... F!@#$ me in the goat-ass...
Again, someone else who can't be understood because they have someone else's balls in their mouth...
Caojyn is my hero most days.
I've got a facebook account, it's where my friends and I discuss how the previous generation sold our future and continues to whine about it. Crap the bed and blame it on the "kids", yeah, that'll fly.
Lord o'Mercy kids, I wish I knew how to make a long story short so that you young ones could have the benefit of my wisdom. Making a long story short used to be my main lick, but now, who the hell knows.
I've probably told this before, maybe too many times. I was in my middle thirties on a construction site. Beside me there was a man in his fifties operating a chop saw. We were digging footings setting forms, grading sand, and pouring concrete.
There was a guy on our crew about twenty years old jumping around like a monkey full of energy dancing like a fool. The old man looked up from his work with disgust at the young man.
I said "he's just a kid."
The old man grumbled.
I said, "wouldn't you like to be young again?''
He said "well if I could have known what I know now."
I searched my imagination and couldn't come up with a damn thing I knew then that I hadn't known earlier.
Now I'm the same age as the old man, and I still can't come up with a damn thing, kids. My bones creak and I'm short of breath, but other than that I don't have too much to offer. You kids need to sraighten yourselves out.
I've probably told this before, maybe too many times. I was in my middle thirties on a construction site. Beside me there was a man in his fifties operating a chop saw. We were digging footings setting forms, grading sand, and pouring concrete.
There was a guy on our crew about twenty years old jumping around like a monkey full of energy dancing like a fool. The old man looked up from his work with disgust at the young man.
I said "he's just a kid."
The old man grumbled.
I said, "wouldn't you like to be young again?''
He said "well if I could have known what I know now."
I searched my imagination and couldn't come up with a damn thing I knew then that I hadn't known earlier.
Now I'm the same age as the old man, and I still can't come up with a damn thing, kids. My bones creak and I'm short of breath, but other than that I don't have too much to offer. You kids need to sraighten yourselves out.
I dont get on FB much. Maybe once a week.
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