Just Jack

Come to my window Crawl inside Wait by the light of the moon Come to my window I'll be home soon

A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I, face to face

We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed Were just seasons out of time

All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die Says the man next to me out of nowhere It's apropos of nothing, he says his name is William But I'm sure he's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy

It's gonna take more than a popsicle stick to vaccinate some..... oh wait, they thought of something.... Vienna brothel offers free entry to visitors willing to get Covid jab on-site

You're what? Tin roof Rusted!

Making a band, playing a concert, pissing on someone's head.... Brass Against Apologizes After Lead Singer Pees on Fan’s Face Mid-Show

Back stage we're having the time Of our lives until somebody says Forgive me if I seem out of line Then she whipped out a gun And tried to blow me away Dude looks like a lady

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In case you haven't heard.... Nick Tahou Hots still open, local YouTube star says otherwise on TODAY show Plus, he did not know how Garbage Plates were invented, or even made. Original video

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Don't want to be a richer man Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes There's gonna have to be a different man Time may change me But I can't trace time

But I'm in so deep You know I'm such a fool for you You got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?

I tried the first week, but I don't know what's going on with the board software, what was a simple copy/paste last year, gets all the formatting screwed up this year.

Bump, 46 years ago today....

You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town

Oh, my life is changing everyday In every possible way (I said, oh, I said oh) And oh, my dreams It's never quite as it seems

Bananarama Split

Kiss me, out of the bearded barley Nightly, beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, (swing, swing) swing the spinning step You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh almost paradise We're knockin' on heaven's door Almost paradise How could we ask for more? I swear that I can see forever in your eyes Paradise

“Oh yea man, he’s running at me so I just flattened his ass.”

Now it cuts like a knife But it feels so right Yeah, it cuts like a knife Oh, but it feels so right

Can you imagine if players in the NFL could have post game conferences like this.

You'd better hope and pray That you make it safe Back to your own world You'd better hope and pray That you'll wake one day in your own world 'Cause when you sleep at night They don't hear your cries in your own world Only time will tell if you can break the spell Back in your own world

I’ve told this story before and I’ll tell it again. There was a game years ago that I could see seven people in my section, all wearing the same players jersey. Not a single one was the same as another. Either the font used for the player name was different, the size and placement of the logo, width of the sleeve striping. Yet I bet if you asked each person, they’d all say “it’s just like a real one but cheaper.”

Exit light Enter night Take my hand We're off to never-never land