And all thru the land... the people all dreamed of their toes in the sand. Not everyone's Karan Who shuttles between The land we all love and the city of Queens But me I look forward to the weekend ahead Cold drinks in my hand Cancun in my head The weather will break The clothes will be less Parties on the beach And I'll be a mess I'll write it all down In a twelve-page report So you can all dream Of a beachside resort. Unfortunately now I must get back to work The paper is piled And the boss has a smirk I wish you good Thursday but not for the moon. Just good times ahead And may we all meet soon. :daveandmo: woo! Good morning!
Dennis, you are such a talented man. How you are still single totally baffles me. Oh and Happy Thursday.
Probably by choice... he's still playing the field. ...either that, or he's just not sure which team he's playing for yet... nice poem buddy!
I'm playing for the Tampa Bay Lightning, sir. And you well know, father of Baby Waste, as much as we like to think so... nothing we men do is by choice. they are controlling it somehow.
You are a wise man, but I choose to be a happy fool and believe I control my own destiny. I'd rather die content and ignorant than as a beat down dog tied up in the backyard without food and only an oily puddle to drink from.
Hmmm, don't think Belmar is happening this year as Mike and Diane and some others will be at BBG in June. I used to be pretty close to a player of the Tampa Bay lightings back in my "I'm a big hockey fan days" :lol:
