You are on my lonely mindLast night I walked the floorAnd the night beforeYou were on my lonely mindIt seems my life is throughAnd I’m so dog gone blueYou are on my lonely mindI’m gonna keep drinkinTil I can’t move a toeAnd then maybe, my heart won’t hurt me so*There’s a tear in my beer*‘Cause I’m crying for you, dearYou are on my lonely mind,
The 5th Avenue is a candy bar introduced in 1936, consisting of peanut butter crunch layers enrobed in chocolate. It is produced and marketed by The Hershey Company. The bar is similar in composition to Nestle’s Butterfinger candy bar. Wikipedia
@*Brass Orchid* Wowzer, I stepped on a star mole running around Froglandia, it was obscene and it required I get help from a frog tek. That will teach me huh, not to look where I am trekking around.
Oh? And what have you found? You know, some people are quicker to tears than others. I don’t know if that corresponds to stronger sentiments, or something more anatomical, more prosaic. Crying is a release, much like laughter.
Oh, never mind that. I’ve just been slicing some onions.
Tuna fish can tuna piano. Canned tuna fish can’t. Toucan cry if you want to. Toucan’t and neither can tuna. Fortuna, it is not importuna, to each their own tunabilities and tunablenesses. Some things are not tunable, and can not be learned in school.
I’ll cry if I want to. I am not lacking lacrimal functional apparatus, thank you.
Fine (if fishy) art sells the Lame, but, still, discretion is the better way. Babbling bubbling brooks are bad enough without their being stocked with indiscreet fishies.
But this is Sunday! Friday is fish day. I call Lame!
Radish... almost 6 years ago
Mind your own business.
Superfrog almost 6 years ago
It will probably end in tears.
*Space Madness at The Station* almost 6 years ago
You are on my lonely mindLast night I walked the floorAnd the night beforeYou were on my lonely mindIt seems my life is throughAnd I’m so dog gone blueYou are on my lonely mindI’m gonna keep drinkinTil I can’t move a toeAnd then maybe, my heart won’t hurt me so*There’s a tear in my beer*‘Cause I’m crying for you, dearYou are on my lonely mind,
Hank Williams Jr
Arianne almost 6 years ago
And here I was worrying about what you’d think about my net worth.
Arianne almost 6 years ago
Well I’ve cried a river over you.
Baslim the Beggar Premium Member almost 6 years ago
They’re such a couple of sad sacs, aren’t they?
Crying all the time.
Crying over you,
Crying Havoc and letting slip the frogs of war!
Arianne almost 6 years ago
Studying lacrimal sacs?
Not surprising, considering it looks like a brachycephalic symbol.
*Space Madness at The Station* almost 6 years ago
the sacs of yesterday and the sacs of today….
and all fools day tooomooorrrooowww …
what is the plan stan? my calendar rule…
turn the page james,,,, march is leaving like a lamb….
follow mary to school on her ship of fools…
Bill Thompson almost 6 years ago
Sac Simper Tearannus!
*Space Madness at The Station* almost 6 years ago
DASH - spaces on each side
HYPHEN
half a dashBrass Orchid Premium Member almost 6 years ago
The 5th Avenue is a candy bar introduced in 1936, consisting of peanut butter crunch layers enrobed in chocolate. It is produced and marketed by The Hershey Company. The bar is similar in composition to Nestle’s Butterfinger candy bar. Wikipedia
*Space Madness at The Station* almost 6 years ago
@*Brass Orchid* Wowzer, I stepped on a star mole running around Froglandia, it was obscene and it required I get help from a frog tek. That will teach me huh, not to look where I am trekking around.
Arianne almost 6 years ago
Don’t cry for me, arch sardine-a.
Arianne almost 6 years ago
Don’t cry over spilled fish in the sea.
Radish... almost 6 years ago
You have to pay to get in, but its free to leave.
Huckleberry Hiroshima almost 6 years ago
Well, you’re both in a perfect environment for that.
coltish1 almost 6 years ago
Oh? And what have you found? You know, some people are quicker to tears than others. I don’t know if that corresponds to stronger sentiments, or something more anatomical, more prosaic. Crying is a release, much like laughter.
Oh, never mind that. I’ve just been slicing some onions.
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr almost 6 years ago
Don’t cry for me Lame Tuna.
6turtle9 almost 6 years ago
Tuna fish can tuna piano. Canned tuna fish can’t. Toucan cry if you want to. Toucan’t and neither can tuna. Fortuna, it is not importuna, to each their own tunabilities and tunablenesses. Some things are not tunable, and can not be learned in school.
Howard'sMyHero almost 6 years ago
Such a Mahi-mahi mamma … or is it Mamma Mahi …?
willie_mctell almost 6 years ago
Good to know. What were the results?
Arianne almost 6 years ago
Poor old Johnnie Rayfish. His sweetheart sent him a letter of good-bye.
Sisyphos almost 6 years ago
Nosy fish! We don’t need no stinkin’ nosy fish!
I’ll cry if I want to. I am not lacking lacrimal functional apparatus, thank you.
Fine (if fishy) art sells the Lame, but, still, discretion is the better way. Babbling bubbling brooks are bad enough without their being stocked with indiscreet fishies.
But this is Sunday! Friday is fish day. I call Lame!