Posted on 03/23/2006 4:16:44 PM PST by Cap'n Crunch
You load 16 tons and what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. St. Peter don't ya call me 'cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store.
Oh! The clotes need washin' and the fire won't start. Kids all cryin' and your breakin' my heart.
Whole darn place is fallin' apart. Maybe things'll get a little better in the mornin' maybe things'll bet a little better
Work your fingers to the bone and whaddy ya get? Boney fingers, boney fingers
They're closin' down the textile mill across the railroad tracks, foreman says these jobs are goin' boys and they ain't comin' back, to your hometown.
Just in the for lunch bump.
Gee, whatever happened to Godfathers Pizza? It used to be pretty good, although it's been years since I've had any.
Time flies...sigh.
Hey Cappy,
Different tactic . . .
Convert the Pizza shop into a store selling sex Aids and porno tapes. Within 60 days you would have a long list of dirty stuff connected to every political type within 50 miles. Makes for an excellent secondary income under the radar so to speak.
hhhmmmm... you may be on to something there..the politico's around here are all democrats though, they can get away with their scandalous freaky stuff...
BFLR Bump!
The son is running the business and it tastes alot like little ceaser's now a days.
Little Caesars?? geeze.....!
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