Came home crying to my Dad that Tony had beat me up. He got pissed and told me that if Tony was bigger than me then pick up a stick or a board and beat him with it. If Tony was smaller than me then I needed to learn to fight, but either way do not come to see him again about somebody beating me up. We were all around 12 and he was 16 and probably bigger than I ever became. He came back later and I ended up beating him pretty bad with a broomstick. His parents came to see my parents. He never came around anymore.
Dude, you are a picky eater. We all see it. Consider this an intervention. Errybody likes gumbo!
It hasn't happened at my wife's new office yet, but at the old one whenever one of the ladies was having a birthday at work, they would request some kind of dessert and I would make it for them.
I wouldn't do their dishes or windows though!
They are going to have to pay better to get someone to do it. People have been given a taste of money for nothing, checks for free now and it will be hard to get them to go back to work.
82 and I used to go to the same bars, concerts, Belvedere events, fireworks shows, Catholic picnics, state fairs, and I bet he was even there when they fired off that damn fountain. He probably spilled a beer on me at one time or another.
For some reason I just took to singing this song while I was composing this social media post to me E friends on the D!
I don't know how or why I know this song but I sang right along to it. Help me remember.