in New Orleans...



Happy Friday!

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---“What you permit, you promote. What you allow, you encourage. What you condone, you own.”



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"They call the risin sun"

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Bowleys Quarters MD



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Don't ask who the bell's for, dude. It's you.



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---“What you permit, you promote. What you allow, you encourage. What you condone, you own.”

And man, I know, I'm one...

on a hill. . .

in a. . .

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I reject your reality and substitute my own!

"My boys need a house" Kramer

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Grateful11

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"Enjoy every sandwich" Warren Zevon

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Pants-coins???

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I suffer from the same sensitivity that you do. A few nuggets of wisdom were shared with me and I'm "trying" to incorporate them into my life. First, remember that nobody can hurt your feelings unless you let them. You can always reject what is being forced on you emotionally.
Second, nothing changes unless you change it. If you don't want the behavior to be repeated then you need to take action. Otherwise the kid has learned that his behavior is the way to get things done, because everyone lets him get away with it.
In the meantime I sympathize because I've been there.
-beerman

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Blue Jeans . . . . gamblin' man . . .


There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Risin' Sun
An' it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
An' me, oh god, i'm one.

My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, lord
Down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase an' a trunk
An' the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

He fills his glasses up to the brim
An' he'll pass the cards around
An' the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town.

Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what i have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call The Risin' Sun.

Well it's one foot on the platform
An' the other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball an' chain.

I'm goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to end my life
Down in The Risin' Sun.

There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Risin' Sun
An' it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
An' me, oh god, i'm one.

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Bill
Flagler Beach, FL 32136

Carpe Vino!

Fermentation may have been a greater discovery than fire.
— David Rains Wallace



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