Just because swans... |
Just because swans mate for life, I don't think its that big a deal. First of all, if you're a swan, you're probably not going to find a swan that looks much better than the one you've got, so why not...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 22:54:00 GMT |
Wanna Wish You A Good Day |
The GrouchMaking Perfect Sensedon't . . . No I don't . . . I don't . . . [Chorus] I don't wanna see you cry now I wonder why you were pushed to the point Where you felt you couldn't take no more Loo...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 07:09:00 GMT |
To me, boxing... |
To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 07:16:00 GMT |
To me, clowns... |
To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 09:00:00 GMT |
If you go... |
If you go through a lot of hammers each month, I don't think it necessarily means you're a hard worker. It may just mean that you have a lot to learn about proper hammer maintenance.
Posted by on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 22:23:00 GMT |
If you think... |
If you think a weakness can be turned into a strength, I hate to tell you this, but that's another weakness.
Posted by on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 08:50:00 GMT |
Broken promises don’t... |
Broken promises don't upset me. I just think, why did they believe me?
Posted by on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 08:57:00 GMT |
It makes me... |
It makes me mad when people say I turned and ran like a scared rabbit. Maybe it was like an angry rabbit, who was going to fight in another fight, away from the first fight.
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 23:54:00 GMT |
To me, it’s... |
To me, it's always a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, "Hey, can you give me a hand?," you can say, "Sorry, got these sacks.
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 07:03:00 GMT |
Anytime I see... |
Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someone's neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing.
Posted by on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:55:00 GMT |
