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Helpyou picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille ...
in reply to a message by Caprice
Four hungry children and a crop in the field ...
I like it a lot better than Lucy, which isn't actually saying very much, but not as much as I like Lucia.
It's not frilly. It's kind of sour.
I think, therefore I judge.
I like it a lot better than Lucy, which isn't actually saying very much, but not as much as I like Lucia.
It's not frilly. It's kind of sour.
I think, therefore I judge.
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My kids use to sing-
"four hundred children and a crop in the field,
you picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel."
They did know the real words.
"four hundred children and a crop in the field,
you picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel."
They did know the real words.
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how about ...
"Took a crap in the field." lol
Actually, a few years ago, my stepfather was driving his tractor-trailer through Iowa during a vicious cold snap, and in that kind of cold a big rig can go only very slowly to avoid pulling in cold air and tearing up the engine. So he was poking along at 20 mph when a front wheel on the cab just came off and went sailing across the highway. If he'd been going at normal speed I don't want to think about what the results might have been.
Anyway, he called my mother to tell her what had happened, and began the call by singing "You picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel. Thirty below and an icy windshield."
"Took a crap in the field." lol
Actually, a few years ago, my stepfather was driving his tractor-trailer through Iowa during a vicious cold snap, and in that kind of cold a big rig can go only very slowly to avoid pulling in cold air and tearing up the engine. So he was poking along at 20 mph when a front wheel on the cab just came off and went sailing across the highway. If he'd been going at normal speed I don't want to think about what the results might have been.
Anyway, he called my mother to tell her what had happened, and began the call by singing "You picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel. Thirty below and an icy windshield."
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