The Intruders, COWBOYS TO GIRLS
(COWBOYS to girls) I remember (I remember) When I used to play shoot 'em up (Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, baby) I remember When I chased the girls and beat 'em up But I was young and didn't understand But now I'm a grownup man I know girls are made for kissing Never knew what I was missing Now my life is not the same My whole world has been rearranged I went from (COWBOYS to girls) Oh, yes, I did (Shoot 'em up, bang, bang) (COWBOYS to girls) I remember (I remember) When I used to see you jumping rope (Jumpin' rope, up and down, baby) And I remember When you got your first baby coach But you were young and didn't understand Now you're a woman and I'm a man And it's me that you're kissing Ain't it fun reminiscing? And our lives are not the same Our whole world has been rearranged You went from (Baby dolls to boys) Oh, yes, you did (Jumpin' rope, baby) And I went from (Cowboys to girls) Oh, yes, I did Now it's me that you're kissing Ain't it fun reminiscing? And our life is not the same This whole world has been rearranged I went from (COWBOYS to girls) Oh, yes, I did (Shoot 'em up, bang, bang) And you went from (Baby dolls to boys) Oh, yes, you did (Jumpin' rope, baby) (COWBOYS to girls) Oh, yes (Shoot 'em up) (Baby dolls to boys) Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout (COWBOYS to girls) |
Big & Rich, SAVE A HORSE (RIDE A COWBOY)
DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAAAAA DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAAAA! Well, I walk into the room Passing out hundred dollar bills And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill And I buy the bar a double round of crown And everybody's getting down An' this town ain't never gonna be the same. Cause I saddle up my horse And I ride into the city I make a lot of noise Cause the girls They are so pretty Riding up and down Broadway On my old stud Leroy And the girls say Save a horse, ride a COWBOY. Everybody says Save a horse, Ride a COWBOY Well I don't give a dang about nothing I'm singing and Bling- Blanging While the girls are drinking Long necks down! And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy Or my Chevrolet for your Escalade Or your freak parade I'm the only John Wayne left in this town And I saddle up my horse And I ride into the city I make a lot of noise Cause the girls They are so pretty Riding up and down Broadway On my old stud Leroy And the girls say Save a horse, ride a COWBOY. Everybody says Save a horse, Ride a COWBOY I'm a thourough-bred That's what she said In the back of my truck bed As I was gettin' buzzed on suds Out on some back country road. We where flying high Fine as wine, having ourselves a big and rich time And I was going, just about as far as she'd let me go. But her evaluation Of my cowboy reputation Had me begging for salvation All night long So I took her out giggin frogs Introduced her to my old bird dog And sang her every Willie Nelson song I could think of And we made love And I saddled up my horse And I ride into the city I make a lot of noise Cause the girls They are so pretty Riding up and down Broadway On my old stud Leroy And the girls say Save a horse, ride a COWBOY. Everybody says Save a horse, Ride a COWBOY What? What? Save A Horse Ride A COWBOY Everybody says Save a Horse Ride a COWBOY. |
The Steve Miller Band, THE JOKER
Some people call me the space COWBOY, yeah Some call me the gangster of love Some people call me Maurice 'Cause I speak of the pompatus of love a People talk about me baby Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong Well, don't you worry, baby, don't worry 'Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home 'Cause I'm a picker I'm a grinner I'm a lover And I'm a sinner I play my music in the sun I'm a joker I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker I sure don't want to hurt no one I'm a picker I'm a grinner I'm a lover And I'm a sinner I play my music in the sun I'm a joker I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker I get my lovin' on the run Ooh, whoo, ooh, whoo You're the cutest thing that I ever did see I really love your peaches Wanna shake your tree Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time Ooh wee baby, I'll sure show you a good time 'Cause I'm a picker I'm a grinner I'm a lover And I'm a sinner I play my music in the sun I'm a joker I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker I get my lovin' on the run I'm a picker I'm a grinner I'm a lover And I'm a sinner I play my music in the sun I'm a joker I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker I sure don't want to hurt no one Ooh, whoo, ooh, whoo People keep talkin' about me baby Say I'm doin' you wrong Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama 'Cause I'm right here at home You're the cutest thing I ever did see I really love your peaches Wanna shake your tree Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time Come on baby now, I'll show you a good time |
George Michael, FAITH
Well, I guess it would be nice if I could touch your BODY I know not everybody has got a BODY like you, oh But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play because I play them too Oh, but I need some time off from that emotion Time to pick my heart up off the floor Oh, when that love comes down without devotion Well, it takes a strong man, baby But I'm showin' you the door 'Cause I gotta have faith I gotta have faith Because I got to have faith, faith, f- I got to have faith, faith, faith Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay Say, "Please, please, please don't go away" You say I'm givin' you the blues Maybe, huh, you mean every word you say Can't help but think of yesterday And another who tied me down to loverboy rules Before this river becomes an ocean Before you throw my heart back on the floor Oh, oh baby, I reconsider my foolish notion Well, I need someone to hold me But I'll wait for somethin' more Yes, I gotta have faith Ooh, I gotta have faith Because I gotta have faith, faith, faith I gotta have faith, faith, faith I'll just have to wait Because I've got to have faith I gotta have faith I've got to, got to, got to have faith Before this river becomes an ocean Before you throw my heart back on the floor (I just got to have faith) Oh, oh baby, I reconsider my foolish notion Well, I need someone to hold me But I'll wait for somethin' more 'Cause I gotta have faith Ooh, I gotta have faith Because I gotta have faith, faith, faith I gotta have faith, faith, faith |
I'm heading home next week and one of the things I'm going to miss are the magazines that one resident was able to provide our community with. Yes! Apparently unsold magazines/periodicals were donated to this man's church and in turn he takes them to a nearby nursing home. The nursing home chooses whatever they feel is appropriate for their residents then our lovely man brings the remainder to our clubhouse and makes it available. It's unbelievable, he brings 2, sometimes 3 banana boxes full of magazines and makes them available for all to help themselves.
There is such a impressive array of reading material; People magazine, National Geographic, National Enquirer, cooking magazines, hunting magazines, publications for Preppers, crossword puzzles, sudoku, publications dedicated to Madonna, Taylor Swift, Beyonce, Princess Grace, Godzilla, D Day, the lists and titles go on and on.... I'm currently reading something called Catholicism for Dummies. Why not, it's not like I paid the $7.99 suggested retail price. Hopefully I will find out why it's so important to the Catholics to be Catholic. |
I'm not certain that I can fine anything positive about the Biden administration either. |
Don't freak out when you see that this is "Dr. Phil" because it's quite an interesting exposè about the border crisis in Eagle Pass, Texas.
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phart, you speak about server space not being free and the time it takes to "take care of the site aint free". That brings up a peeve of mine, members that squawk but do not financially support the site. |
This guy's penis is 12"! Oh my!
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The woman in the top picture, the female with all the facial piercings, stretched earlobes, facial tattoos and what I guess I would say are forehead "horns" is much more frightening compared to the young woman that the article was written about, the one who was not hired by TJ Maxx.
I don't find facial tattoos attractive and certainly not a woman. If you listened to her TikTok short, she asserted that Europe was more liberal in their hiring of people with facial tattoos. I wonder if that assertion is true? |
Geez, that thang is enormous! Look at his picture, his dick hangs down to his knees! I wonder what happens when he gets an erection, is it possible that his damn dick hits him in his face? |
American tourist facing possible 12-year prison sentence after ammo found in luggage in Turks and Caicos.
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My guess is that admin deleted the topic since the problem you were experiencing was only temporary, just a minor "hiccup". |
Fake profiles? Are you concerned about all fake profiles or only those profiles that identify as being female? |
Rod Stewart, YOU WEAR IT WELL
I had nothing to do on this hot afternoon But to settle down and write you a line I've been meaning to phone you but from Minnesota Hell it's been a very long time You WEAR it well A little old fashioned but that's all right Well I suppose you're thinking I bet he's sinking Or he wouldn't get in touch with me Oh, I ain't begging or losing my head I sure do want you to know that you WEAR it well There ain't a lady in the land so fine Remember them basement parties, your brother's karate The all day rock and roll shows Them homesick blues and radical views Haven't left a mark on you, you WEAR it well A little out of time but I don't mind But I ain't forgetting that you were once mine But I blew it without even tryin' Now I'm eatin' my heart out Tryin' to get a letter through Since you've been gone it's hard to carry on I'm gonna write about the birthday gown that I bought in town When you sat down and cried on the stairs You knew it did not cost the earth, but for what it's worth You made me feel a millionaire and you WEAR it well Madame Onassis got nothing on you Anyway, my coffee's cold and I'm getting told That I gotta get back to work So when the sun goes low and you're home all alone Think of me and try not to laugh and I WEAR it well I don't object if you call collect 'Cause I ain't forgetting that you were once mine But I blew it without even tryin' Now I'm eatin' my heart out tryin' to get back to you After all the years I hope it's the same address Since you've been gone it's hard to carry on |
I'm openly chastising you, a first class ass wipe, because of your sense of entitlement. |
Get to fuck. I'm not interested in looking through a gallery of a generic snatch in search of an unverified dick! Twat. |
No, you haven't overloaded my intellect, not at all. I'm able to handle anything you ass wipes have to say. 👍 |
Blah, blah, blah back at you! Where have you found me to be an advocate of revenge porn? NOWHERE! On the contrary. Just because you or anyone else takes it upon themselves to contact any member and demand them to prove their authenticity says a lot about you. Who the heck are you, you've got a lot of balls to call out anyone. Oh my, we've never seen your balls, have we? You might just be singing soprano and that woman's eunuch! |
Don Henley, DIRTY LAUNDRY
I make my living off the evening news Just give me something Something I can use People love it when you lose They love dirty laundry Well, I coulda been an actor But I wound up here I just have to look good I don't have to be clear Come and whisper in my ear Give us dirty laundry Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em all around We got the bubble headed Bleached blonde Comes on at five She can tell you 'bout the plane crash With a gleam in her eye It's INTERESTING when people die Give us dirty laundry Can we film the operation Is the head dead yet You know the boys in the newsroom Got a running bet Get the widow on the set We need dirty laundry You don't really need to find out What's going on You don't really want to know Just how far it's gone Just leave well enough alone Eat your dirty laundry Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em when they're stiff Kick 'em all around (Kick 'em when they're up) (Kick 'em when they're down) (Kick 'em when they're up) (Kick 'em when they're down) (Kick 'em when they're up) (Kick 'em when they're down) (Kick 'em when they're stiff) (Kick 'em all around) Dirty little secrets Dirty little lies We got our dirty little fingers In everybody's pie We love to cut you down to size We love dirty laundry We can do the innuendo We can dance and sing When it's said and done We haven't told you a thing We all know that crap is king Give us dirty laundry |
The Temptations, BALL OF CONFUSION
One, two, one, two, three, four, ow People moving out, people moving in Why, because of the color of their skin Run, run, run but you sure can't hide An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth Vote for me and I'll set you free Rap on, brother, rap on Well, the only person talking about love thy brother is the preacher And it seems nobody's INTERESTED in learning but the teacher Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation Ball of confusion Oh yeah, that's what the world is today Woo, hey, hey The sale of pills are at an all time high Young folks walking round with their heads in the sky The cities ablaze in the summer time And oh, the beat goes on Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon Politicians say more taxes will solve everything And the band played on So, round and around and around we go Where the world's headed, nobody knows Oh, great googa-looga, can't you hear me talking to you Just a ball of confusion Oh yeah, that's what the world is today Woo, hey Fear in the air, tension everywhere Unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record's a gas And the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation And the band played on Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many bills Hippies moving to the hills, people all over the world are shouting, end the war And the band played on Great googa-looga, can't you hear me talking to you Sayin' ball of confusion That's what the world is today, hey, hey Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya Sayin', ball of confusion That's what the world is today, hey, hey Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya Ball of confusion |
Hey, kebmo, Love-it has been blacklisted by 27 members. Did you happen to read laura4fun's blog? /blogs/57145.html |
Timbaland ft/One Republic, APOLOGIZE
I'm holding on your rope Got me ten feet off the GROUND And I'm hearing what you say, but I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait You tell me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around, and say That it's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late I'd take another chance, take a fall Take a shot for you And I need you like a heart needs a beat But it's nothing new, yeah, yeah I loved you with a fire red Now it's turning blue, and you say Sorry like the angel heaven let me think was you But I'm afraid It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late, whoa It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, yeah I said it's too late to apologize, yeah I'm holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the GROUND |
Golly, you haven't posted in the Forum for about 6 weeks and my little piece piqued your interest? As Elvis would say, thank you, thank you very much! |
And another "by the way", did you happen to read some of the posts made by the other wankers? It's like they weren't aware that there were so many fake profiles and are relieved that this guy has got a list together that separates the genuine from the fake. Gosh, I didn't know that admin gave his brother-in-law such a big and sensitive assignment! |
So he's on some type of mission to prove nothing and piss off a good deal of real people!
By the way, good to see you again! |
Kudos to kebmo for his posts and banter in this blog /blogs/57126.html ! Apparently, this member has appointed himself and has undertaken the job to identify the "genuine" female profiles from the "fake" female profile, meaning profiles established by men posing as women!
My guess is that this moron is basing his "scientific study and theory" on whether the profiles are genuine or not, are if he is able to find a picture of the member holding a sign with their nickname OR if the member chooses to send him a private picture to him to PROVE otherwise...... What I find interesting is that the numb-nuts has attempted to share PRIVATE pictures sent to him by GoodGirl and Holly212 by posting their pictures in his blog. Isn't this unethical and a breach of trust? What's also a hoot is that in over 800 posted pictures of his alleged wife, there's not a picture of her or him authenticating themselves. So who died and left him/them in charge? |
Yeah, I feel the same way, too. I am only aware of one "member" that has done that. They are no longer active and all their awards were converted to points most likely to pay for their premium paid membership. |
dgraff, I know sometimes you talk like a crazy man and this is one of those times. |
Cream, STRANGE BREW
STRANGE brew, kill what's inside of you. She's a witch of trouble in electric blue, In her own mad mind she's in love with you. With you. Now what you gonna do? STRANGE brew, kill what's inside of you. She's some kind of demon messing in the glue. If you don't watch out it'll stick to you. To you. What kind of fool are you? STRANGE brew, kill what's inside of you. On a boat in the middle of a raging sea, She would make a scene for it all to be Ignored. And wouldn't you be bored? STRANGE brew, kill what's inside of you. STRANGE brew, STRANGE brew, STRANGE brew, STRANGE brew. STRANGE brew, kill what's inside of you |
The Doors, PEOPLE ARE STRANGE
People are STRANGE When you're a STRANGER Faces look ugly When you're alone Women seem wicked When you're unwanted Streets are uneven When you're down When you're STRANGE Faces come out of the rain When you're STRANGE No one remembers your name When you're STRANGE When you're STRANGE When you're STRANGE People are STRANGE When you're a STRANGER Faces look ugly When you're alone Women seem wicked When you're unwanted Streets are uneven When you're down When you're STRANGE Faces come out of the rain When you're STRANGE No one remembers your name When you're STRANGE When you're STRANGE When you're STRANGE All right, yeah When you're STRANGE Faces come out of the rain When you're STRANGE No one remembers your name When you're STRANGE When you're STRANGE When you're STRANGE |
U2, WHERE THE STREETS HAVE NO NAME
I want to run, I want to hide I wanna tear down the walls that hold me inside I wanna reach out and touch the flame Where the STREETS have no name, ha, ha, ha I wanna feel sunlight on my face I see that dust cloud disappear without a trace I wanna take shelter from the poison rain Where the STREETS have no name, oh, oh Where the STREETS have no name Where the STREETS have no name We're still building then burning down love Burning down love And when I go there, I go there with you It's all I can do The city's a flood And our love turns to rust We're beaten and blown by the wind Trampled in dust I'll show you a place High on the desert plain, yeah Where the STREETS have no name, oh, oh Where the STREETS have no name Where the STREETS have no name We're still building then burning down love Burning down love And when I go there, I go there with you It's all I can do Our love turns to rust We're beaten and blown by the wind Blown by the wind Oh, and I see love See our love turn to rust Oh, we're beaten and blown by the wind Blown by the wind Oh, when I go there I go there with you |
This is someone who identifies himself as That40yearguy. He always starts his videos by saying; "Yer tellin' me......" followed by something that sounds like he's trying to hock-up a hairball..... This looks like a neat hack, I'm going to have to try it!
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Yes, I believe that OJ killed Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman, too, however FredShitBreath apparently thinks otherwise. |
Yeah, that was my initial thought as well, perhaps the member bought points to vote the sole picture UP. That doesn't seem to be the case, the member hasn't been online in more than 3 days.
Just so weird, someone produced legitimate identification in order to upload an internet picture of a young fella!? The entire matter, a one trick pony (one picture member whose sole upload stays at the "top") of the BEST IMAGE/MEMBER TOP just makes me shake my head! |