A toast, courtesy of Leonard Cohen:
"Here's to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don't even care."
The same song also gives us the greatest dying words I've ever heard.
"Try to go on. Take my books, take me gun. Remember, my son, how they lied."
Now all I need is a gun and a son, and I can die...
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The doors to Dodgertown are open, and the boys in bllue are warming up.
"In our sundown perambulations of late, through the outer parts of Brooklyn, we have observed several parties of youngesters playing base, a certain game of ball. Let us go forth awhile and get better air in our lungs. Let us leave our close rooms. The game of ball is glorious."
"I...
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"In our sundown perambulations of late, through the outer parts of Brooklyn, we have observed several parties of youngesters playing base, a certain game of ball. Let us go forth awhile and get better air in our lungs. Let us leave our close rooms. The game of ball is glorious."
"I...
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I swear to God almighty and the Man Jesus, this one thing I know above all others:
Never, EVER, bluff a woman who's playing with her boyfriend's money.
It doesn't matter what the game is, how stupid or quick she might be, or what you might win. Never, never bluff a chick playing with her man's money.
Never, EVER, bluff a woman who's playing with her boyfriend's money.
It doesn't matter what the game is, how stupid or quick she might be, or what you might win. Never, never bluff a chick playing with her man's money.
No more relatives hanging around, no more profs to annoy me for a month and a whole keg of Shiner bock layed away. This could be a pretty decent start to a new year.
jvak:
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[Edited on Jan 17, 2004 9:19PM]
[Edited on Jan 17, 2004 9:19PM]
jvak:
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