Ok, here it is, I've succumbed to the peer pressure(you know who you are!) and I have my own blog. Now I can vent and receive smack from my dear friends! Good times!
Ummm, you really shouldn't give away your "secret location" you never know who will be reading, what if it's some weirdo like na? LOL!
I hereby christin this log with my wonderful world of lyrics! Because I know it has such special memories for you~
On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere, I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep. So we took turns a starin out the window at the darkness til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces, And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes. So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces. For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow. Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light. And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression. Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, Know when to walk away and know when to run. You never count your money when youre sittin at the table. Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep. cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser, And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window, Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep. And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even. But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, Know when to walk away and know when to run. You never count your money when youre sittin at the table. Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, Know when to walk away and know when to run. You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table. Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Smack, smack, smack... come on... Miss K... need to know what is going on in your "boring" life!! tell us... we are all waiting! Don't make me post "incriminating photos"....
12 comments:
Yay!!!! super ober excited for you!!!! congrats!!!
what.... no more comments yet???
what up with that!
Come on people!!!
Give this girl some smack!
Hey there neighbor, welcome to the ghetto!!!!
Ummm, you really shouldn't give away your "secret location" you never know who will be reading, what if it's some weirdo like na? LOL!
I hereby christin this log with my wonderful world of lyrics! Because I know it has such special memories for you~
On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin out the window at the darkness
til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
ROTFLMBO!!!!
The lyrics to the Gambler!!!! ha ha... how appropriate
What, me smack? I would never.
are you back yet? how did it go tonight!?
What... you have been an official blogger now for 16 hours now.... tell us how does it feel to be part of the WWW bloggin world?
Let the smack begin!!!
Time for a little update. :o)
Smack, smack, smack... come on... Miss K... need to know what is going on in your "boring" life!! tell us... we are all waiting! Don't make me post "incriminating photos"....
So lets see...
we have
Na
double E
C
Miss K
nic
cool nick names!
you know, once you have a blog, we do actually expect updates-not just a one-time entry, LOL!!
Hay!!! I think she is going for the most comments on a first entry.
everyone is out to beat my record 41 comments, LOL!!!
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