Alaska Darin Posted July 12, 2005 Share Posted July 12, 2005 Yep - who cares how poor they are if they look good in tight Wranglers? 379952[/snapback] Me. I hate poor people. They smell like cabbage and remind me of carnies. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erynthered Posted July 12, 2005 Share Posted July 12, 2005 I've not been so blessed - If I wore tight jeans I'd look like some sort of livestock precipitiously near death by bowel strangulation! 379697[/snapback] Ted Nugent would have to shoot your ass then. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BRH Posted July 12, 2005 Share Posted July 12, 2005 BTW - the proliferation of great songs about a chick named "Jane" has always struck me Jane Says - Jane's Addiction Sweet Jane - Lou Reed Jane - BNL (Mary) Jane's Last Dance - Tom Petty Jane - Starship (well OK - not great - but good in an 80's nostalgia kind of way ) Honorable Mention - Janie's Got a Gun - Aerosmith 379605[/snapback] And yet you forgot two of the best... "And what in the world ever became of sweet Jane She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same Livin' on reds, vitamin C and cocaine And all her friends can say is ain't it a shame Truckin' Up to Buffalo Been thinkin' You got to mellow slow Takes time You pick a place to go And just keep truckin' on..." -- Grateful Dead "Now when your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?" -- Bob Dylan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
aussiew Posted July 12, 2005 Share Posted July 12, 2005 Me. I hate poor people. They smell like cabbage and remind me of carnies. Pour a little pickle juice in the cabbage while cooking. Takes away the smell. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stuckincincy Posted July 12, 2005 Share Posted July 12, 2005 Me. I hate poor people. The smell like cabbage and remind me of carnies. 379956[/snapback] Well, there is some history, but I leave carnies alone. I worked with a former one. His dad went up the river for killing a guy with a ball peen hammer to the head. My co-worker worked carnivals for a while, but got a steady job in chemical processing and was a 25-year employee when I was hired. A fine worker, strong as a proverbial ox, and had an astounding firearms collection, some of which he brought in to work for my benefit - a pristeen "03 Springfield, and an authentic Winchester Yellowboy among others. I gained a lot of respect for him one day when he sauntered in and matter-of-factly said he came across a injured deer in the road on the way to work and stopped and bashed its head in with a crowbar to put the poor thing out of its misery. If some snot driving by saw that act of kindness, my friend would have been crucified. Go figure. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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