To: Retired Chemist
Well now you may think I'm foolish For the foolish things I do You may wonder how come I love you When you get on my nerves like you do Well baby you know you bug me There ain't no secret 'bout that Well come on over here and hug me Baby I'll spill the facts Well honey it ain't your money 'Cause baby I got plenty of that I love you for your pink Cadillac Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back Oozing down the street Waving to the girls Feeling out of sight Spending all my money On a Saturday night Honey I just wonder what you do there in the back Of your pink Cadillac Pink Cadillac
8 posted on
11/02/2017 2:46:39 PM PDT by
NRx
(A man of integrity passes his father's civilization to his son, without selling it off to strangers.)
To: NRx
The Truant Officer at my school drove that exact car. Dont ask me how she managed to sneak up on us all the time.
12 posted on
11/02/2017 2:59:21 PM PDT by
TalBlack
(It's hard to shoot people when they are shooting back at you...)
To: NRx
24 posted on
11/02/2017 3:41:20 PM PDT by
trisham
(Zen is not easy. It takes effort to attain nothingness. And then what do you have? Bupkis.)
To: NRx
Seems there ought to be a huge
3D printing opportunity for remaking classic cars.
56 posted on
11/02/2017 6:12:55 PM PDT by
AZLiberty
(The logical endpoint of "zero-tolerance history" is zero history.)
To: NRx
59 posted on
11/02/2017 6:48:23 PM PDT by
Army Air Corps
(Four Fried Chickens and a Coke)
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