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Every day, it's a-gettin' closer Goin' faster than a roller coaster Love like yours will surely come my way A-hey, a-hey hey

I got a girlfriend that's better than this But you don't remember at all As we get older and stop making sense You won't find her waiting long

the person pictured is a collector. options Options OPTIONS 😄 @-@ I do get it though my own family member suffered from this malady. I am staunchly calling myself a 'collector" . Of several things.But NOT a hoarder. I think the tipping point is cleanliness. Hoarding can be a filthy smelly situation. That is NOT acceptable . Im just being real with it. If you collect Fine but FCOL don't let your beloved stuff become forgotten neglected nasty mess. this is a mental health issue. It's not a great look now is it.

To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose, under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together

It's getting to the point where I'm no fun anymore I am sorry Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud I am lonely I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are You make it hard

what a stupid thing to say Jake. If I were he I'd call that a brain fart.. Makes him read silly and lose credibility. And wonder if he has mental decline. Or Both. its an embarrassing look for Mr Tapper. A ridiculous thing to say. I hope he owns it. the color of this guys skin is really the last thing I honestly care about. It's IMO irrelevant.

as he should be. Now earn your paycheck welcome to Buffalo Darnell Savage I like your last name. Special teams? Bring it!

Early one morning the sun was shining I was laying in bed Wondering if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was going to be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough And I was standing on the side of the road Rain falling on my shoes Heading out for the East Coast Lord knows I've paid some dues Getting through Tangled up in blue

so Mr slay will be doing no slaying for the Bills. allegedly* sayonara and enjoy your couch. Or Not. we'll see either way He has done squat for my team hence I don't care about him that much.. at least not now Im not happy we lost a special teams player though.

the thing is your lack of ****'s is really a weak look. You don't care about that either OH I KNOW YOU DON'T lol The fact this crime could have been solved earlier kind of sucks. A fresh set of eyes rediscovered links and it was solved. That's a good thing But celebrating this like you personally won something I mean it reads sick. Mentally sick Not healthy Its echo chamber MAGA FODDER

She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by Whoa, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine Whoa whoa, oh, oh, oh Sweet love of mine

Obnoxious. This is why you get grief in this forum. What are you crowing about? I thought maga ID's this perp weeks ago So self righteous SMH

now the evidence. I would like to see this guy convicted if indeed guilty and proven beyond a reasonable doubt. This is a late but welcome development imo

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts I know what you're sayin' So please stop explainin' Don't speak, don't speak Don't speak, no I know what you're thinkin' And I don't need your reasons I know you're good, I know you're good I know you're real good, oh La, la, la, la La, la, la, la Don't, don't, ooh, ooh Hush, hush, darling Hush, hush, darling Hush, hush Don't tell me 'cause it hurts Hush, hush, darling Hush, hush, darling Hush, hush Don't tell me 'cause it hurts Oh, hush, hush, darling Hush, hush, darling

I remember standing on the corner at midnight Trying to get my courage up There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown I loved to watch her do her stuff Through the long lonely nights she filled my sleep Her body softly swaying to that smoky beat Down on Main street