On Sat, 7 Nov 2009 09:58:41 -0800, "Paul Popinjay"
<paulpopin
...@sbcglobal.net> wrote:
>1. Bicycle riders. I hate them. They obviously have no job to go to on
>Saturday, so instead of sleeping in like normal people would on a day off,
>they decide to get together with other bicycle riders and go for a healthy
>little jaunt around the area, with their little water bottles, getting in my
>way on the road. I hate these people.
>2. Yard Sales! I hate them. What is with people? It seems like some of
>these people must be professional yard salers. They cannot possibly have
>that much junk that requires them to do this shit EVERY Saturday. Signs on
>all the telephone poles. Strangers driving slowly through the neighborhood,
>looking for yards to shop at. Hey! Why not take your extra crap to
>Goodwill or something? I'm sick of seeing everyone with their damn yard
>sales.
>3. That's all, I'll think of some more later. I am so pissed right now
>because of all the bicycle riders and yard sales. I wish I could just leave
>all of this madness and get a little cabin in Montana or something, just all
>by myself, no yard sales, and no bicycles. And NO LEAF-BLOWERS! None of
>those fucking leaf-blowers! Gosh I hate people. Have a nice day.
>-Paul Popinjay
Just wait till tomorrow:
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Craig Morgan
That's What I Love About Sunday lyrics
Songwriters: Narmore, Mark; Dorsey, Adam
Raymond's in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
There's the Martin's walkin' in,
With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.
That's what I love about Sunday:
Sing along as the choir sways;
Every verse of Amazin' Grace,
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
Have some chicken an' some baked beans.
Pick a back yard football team,
Not do much of anything:
That's what I love about Sunday.
I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it's about time.
It's 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby. cut that coupon out!
That's what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
An' steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized,
Momma's hands raised up high,
Havin' a Hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody's face.
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
--
~ Seth Jackson
MySpace URL - http://www.myspace.com/sethjacksonsong
Songwriting and Music Business Info: http://www.sethjackson.net
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