Ok, Ok, All Right. YOu are all right, correct, not wrong.
I am the big loser, you win.
All ya'll win! (see last post)
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your reindeer armies, are all going home
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken al here blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Bayb Blue.
But I can change.
I can give up the Gloom and Doom.
I don’t live in
I live in South Florida, warm, balmy, cool breeze, just too cool for school.
Think I’ll begin to listen to Barry-I-use-to-write-the-songs-MadLow.
Think I'll vote for Ricky Scott, and Marko Rubio.
Hell might even, back the Tea Party and pray for Sarah, ex-wife of Abraham to become the next prez of these united states.