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[bill from lachine]

Folks,

The Corrs - Breathless.

 

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[bill from lachine]

Folks,

The Corrs + Ron Woods - Ruby Tuesday.

 

[bill from lachine]

Folks,

One last one for the evening....The Corrs - So young.

 

[G.I.B.]

I'm starstruck and starcrossed!

 

[squiggy]

she's too looped out on the nose dust I think

Us California folks don't need that stuff Jeffers, we are naturally intelligent! !

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[squiggy]

Jeff,

If Squiggy sees this you're going to be in the doghouse again....lol...

Regards + HH

Bill


I have a permanent place in the doghouse for him Bill. lol!
But it's all part of his charm..

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[Togreenfeet]

Well gmight the Crowe and anybody else me and my lilittle buffer going treasure hunting tomorrow might sallieae We see out

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[Backbacon]

Just back from a rural garage party. Awesome food and friends surrounded the giant fire and the entrance to the garage where the feast was served. going out on the front porch to scream at the sky....

 

[bill from lachine]

Chris,

A bit late but here's a tune to get you in the mood....lol..

Howlin' Wolf - Moaning At Midnight.

Just back from a rural garage party. Awesome food and friends surrounded the giant fire and the entrance to the garage where the feast was served. going out on the front porch to scream at the sky....

 

[Togreenfeet]

For you Scott an essay on why do I want to go to college - -


I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I’m bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of
charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie.
Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don’t perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On
weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami.
Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

But I have not yet gone to college.



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[Togreenfeet]

Change of plans..............we are going to Duck Island, in search of the Fountain of Youth, avast me scurvy mateys

 

[Togreenfeet]

Do you think subliminally Sheryl Crow knows she is in Love with me? Jessica Alba does, she told me, she said its ok for us to see other people.....................

 

[releventchair]

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You had me at bluegrass cello!

 

[bill from lachine]

Folks,

Andrea Corr - Pale Blue Eyes.

 

[bill from lachine]

Folks,

I'll be heading off shortly for dinner at my Sister's house so anybody who wants to dj just jump in.

Regards + HH

Bill

 

[releventchair]

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Folks,

I'll be heading off shortly for dinner at my Sister's house so anybody who wants to dj just jump in.

Regards + HH

Bill

While the cats away.....
Heres a tune from an album my French teacher would not return,due likely to the song Dominique.
Ah well, explains passing grades two years.

 

[releventchair]

And some coffee music.​

 

[Togreenfeet]

Wow, here's a place I can speak freely and I feel safe and judgment isnt passed on me yet. I just came home from Duck island. The 7 year old and I went there on a recon mission just to see what we could find and get into. we did find the letter "A" carvd into a tree somehow that is going to designate where i will bury the treasure. I found out I can camp there............I had a major flashback and it wasnt cool..........it was just me and the 7 year old. he started getting bit by mosquitos, they swarmed him he said "Poppy I cant do this anymore please help me" and he sat down. we were just walking around looking at the terrain and his map. I saw the mosquitos swarming him, I would later count 16 bites, I picked him up (he weighs 71 pounds) and ran to the bridge, on to my helicopter (my truck) I flew out of there to a nearby convenience store where I got alcohol and sterile gauze and stripped his clothes off except for his underwear and began splashing alcohol on gauze and rubbing him down, while I was dodging bullets (not really they werein my head) and trying to triage others.....(in my head too).....his sweat was blood (not really) his name became Beseke, and suddenly I was 10000 miles from home.........I am crying right now I cant control these thoughts they are placed away inside there somewhere and they come out at the stupidest of times, I cant control them...........difference is Beseke burned to death..........they say Only the dead have seen the end of war a quote from Plato.....I guess I'll try to take a cold shower now and dont let him see me cry. But when we pulled up in the driveway, he said Poppy, the bites are gone, you saved me...........Damn it..I hurt right now, I hurt deep inside........he is truly a god send to me. On a lighter side, I may have found the perfect place to hide the treasure at Duck Island.......but the treasure is protected by hoardes of mosquitos......why does life have to be so GD difficult, I just wanted to have fun with my 7 year old grandson, thats all

 

[G.I.B.]

Click ME

Or call 1-800-273-8255 then press 1

I served in VietNam brother. Make the call.

 

[Backbacon]

Folks,

I'll be heading off shortly for dinner at my Sister's house so anybody who wants to dj just jump in.

Regards + HH

Bill

Be careful of what you wish for...