The woom next door, pull up a pew Wompers.
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You came from opposite beginnings and became a happy couple.And I tried to "get away" several times on my own while my mom was pregnant with me. She had to go to bed basically for the last three months so I'd stay in long enough to finish cooking.I think maybe I had cold feet, and wanted to change my mind, but she insisted I stick around for the duration. Moms... whaddya gonna do?
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It's a beautiful song.
Some friends of mine went to see Peter Cetera last night at the nearby casino. I'm jealous, that woulda been a good concert, he was good he was with Chicago, and he was good on his own.
Me either (at least 35 years), but you might find this a bit humorous. I used to hang out with the tournament types, a warm-up player if you will, but suckin' the suds and cheering my "team." My sister's boyfriend was on the team and always tried to get me to join, but I could not make the commitment to be there regularly. I'd rather be hangin' out with the honeys doing the Western Swing or Texas Two Step (yes, I was a bit of a showoff back then). Anyway, on my 31st birthday, my sissy and her BF asked me to spend the weekend with them at the beach (they had a cabin reserved) and she invited a friend to warm my blankets (OK, we had had a couple dates before) and the four of us spent the evening in a local bar in Seaside, Orygun. I had control of a table when a local guy stepped up to challenge me. Dave (the BF) pulled me aside and told me this guy was a shark on the local team. The guy told me to break 'em and... well, I was one of those guys who could make two and three bank shots to get my ball in, so I broke 'em and ran the table. He stood there looking awed until I sank the 8 ball. Don't know if it was the beer or I was just too cocky... either way, I didn't have full control of all my faculties and didn't get enough backspin on the cue ball. The eight ball dropped in the corner pocket and the cue scratched right behind it. I broke my fancy cue stick and gave him the table. Yeah, I ran the table but he won without making a shot. C'est la vie...
It's like... what? 4:00 AM at your house? Why are you up so early? Or did you even go to bed yet?
I learned to play darts in a pub in England, and I loved the game, but one HAD to have a pint in the left hand to balance the toss of the other hand. But they quit making the only beer I ever truly enjoyed: Watney's Cream Label.
Yes it was early, the twins were snoring, so I got up for a while and then went back to bed. Beer and darts go hand in handIt's like... what? 4:00 AM at your house? Why are you up so early? Or did you even go to bed yet?
I learned to play darts in a pub in England, and I loved the game, but one HAD to have a pint in the left hand to balance the toss of the other hand. But they quit making the only beer I ever truly enjoyed: Watney's Cream Label.
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