Ever join a registry just to be #14????
Vargha
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I mean, we all can't be the best, now can we?
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Now collecting:
Topps Heritage
1957 Topps BB Ex+-NM
All Yaz Items 7+
Various Red Sox
Did I leave anything out?
James
<< <i>Im going for #4, as #4 is "the fourth loser" as the shirt says! >>
Wouldn't #4 be the third loser?
Imagine how THAT baby would sell on ebay! Move over grilled cheese!
R73 1933 Goudey Indian Gum - Series 288 - Nos. 118
Also looking for 1953 Parkhurst & 1953 Quaker Oats Ripley's BION.
If you have any available for sale PM me
With a Mogen David on his silver vest.
He was mean and nasty right clear through,
Which was kinda weird, 'cause he was yellow too.
They called him Irving.
Big Irving.
Big, short Irving.
Big, short, fat Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread,
With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head.
He always followed his mother's wishes,
Even on the range he used two sets of dishes.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sissy Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
A hundred and forty-one could draw faster than he,
But Irving was looking for one forty-three.
Walked into Sol's Saloon like a man insane,
And ordered three fingers of two cents plain.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sport Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
One day Bad Max happened into town.
His aim was to shoot fat Irving down.
Bad Max said, "Draw, and draw right now!"
And Irving drew, drew a picture of a cow.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big gunfighter Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
The James Boys was comin' on a train at first sun,
And the town said, "Irving, we need your gun."
When that train pulled in at the break of dawn,
Irving's gun was there, but Irving was gone.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big help, Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Well, finally Irving got three slugs in the belly.
It was right outside the Frontier Deli.
He was sittin' there twirlin' his gun around,
And butterfingers Irving gunned himself down!
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big dum-dum Irving.
Big dum-dum dead Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Really.
Youre inmate 382421181721..
<< <i>Perry, be quiet, youre confused.
Youre inmate 382421181721.. >>
no actually last time it was #01-028033-7
they're easy to remember because we need them every time we make a phone call from the cell block..
He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew ya didn't give no lip to Big John.
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
Nobody seemed to know where John called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all, you just said "Hi" to Big John.
Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen
And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Loosiana fellow to the Promised Land-Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin'
Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last-'cept John
Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan
And like a giant oak tree he just stood there alone-Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove
Then a miner yelled out "There's a light up above!"
And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave
Now there's only one left down there to save-Big John
With jacks and timbers they started back down
Then came that rumble way down in the ground
And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine
Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
Now they never reopened that worthless pit
They just placed a marble stand in front of it
These few words are written on that stand
"At the bottom of this mine
lies a hell of a man." Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
<< <i>no screw k young >>
carefull, mr. k reads these boards............
BOTR
great then maybe he can answer for his 1k heist of my funds
Big Bruce by: Steve Greenberg
Lyrics by:
1969
Chart Activity 1969 genre?
The folk history of America
Is the history of it`s heroes
Big workin` men like John Henry,
Paul Bunyon & Big Bad John
But today I`d like to introduce a new folk hero
He didn`t work in a mine or on a railroad
Or any of those strenuous occupations
He worked in a beauty salon & his name was Bruce
Well at the beauty salon every morning at ten
Big Bruce arrived & kind of tip-toed in
He wore bell bottomed pants & a polka-dot tie
And whenever he spoke, it was just to say `Hi`
Big Bruce
Big Bad Bruce
And everyone knew when he swished into town
You could smell his perfume for miles around
He stood six foot five, & weighed 106
With a curl in his hair & a smile on his lips
Big Bruce
Big Old Bruce
The boys all say he`s from Abilene
Where he had a social group called
The Lone Star Queens
Some say Hollywood or Beverly Hills
Where he got arrested for passing
three dollar bills
That`s Bruce
Dumb Old Bruce
Then came the day of that terrible fire
Something went wrong in the number five dryer
Into the chaos of those matronly dames
Went Big Bad Bruce just a fannin` the flames
Big Bad Bruce
Big Bad Brucey Woosey
Well the flames grew higher & the fire got worse
And someone heard Brucey cry,
`Mercy I forgot my purse`
Into the fire with a squeal & a shout
Log on.
We waited an hour, but he never came out
Poor Bruce
Poor Old Bruce
Where that salon once stood, there`s a grocery store
But his name will live forever more
In the annals of time & the hall of fame
As the gay young cat who went down in flames
Big Bruce
You might say this has been kind of a fairy tale
Or I may dig through all my old tapes and see if I can find the song.
Shame on you guys. See what you're making me do.
Nick
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Anyone want to join me for a duet of "We Will All Go Together"?
Nick
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Need to buy something for the wife or girlfriend? Check out Vintage Designer Clothing.
and remember...
Rolly-polly fish heads are never seen drinking cappacino in Italian restaurants with Oriental women
Yeah
/in rememberance of KLOS on Sunday nights
1963T Dodgers in 8s
Pre-war Brooklyn 5s or higher
Heres a tale of a man that was puny and wee
Stood four foot six in his stockin feet
Kind of narrow in the shoulder and heavy in the waist
And everyone around him seemed to be in his way, small Sam.....
JOURNEY RULES!
1963T Dodgers in 8s
Pre-war Brooklyn 5s or higher
1963T Dodgers in 8s
Pre-war Brooklyn 5s or higher
His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush
He drank like a fish while he motored all about
But it didn't really matter cuz his daddy bailed him out.
DUI, that is, Criminal Record, Cover-Up
Well the next thing you know little Georgie goes to Yale
He cann't spell his name but they never let him fail
He spends all his time hanging out with student folk
And thats when he learns how to snort a line of Coke
Blow, that is, White Gold, Nose Candy
The next thing you know there's a war in Vietnam
Kin Folk say, "Georgie stay at home with Mom"
Let the common folk go to get maimed and scarred
We'll buy you a spot in the Texas Air Guard
Cushy, that is, Country Club, No Show
Twenty years later junior Bushie gets bored
Trades in his booze says Jesus is his Lord
He say, "Now the White House is where I oughta be"
So he calls his Daddy's friends and they call the GOP
Gun Owners, that is, Heston, Jessie Helms
Come Nov. 7 the elections running late
Kin Folk say, Jeb give ole George your state"
Don't let those colored folks get into the polls
So they put up barricades and the couldn't punch their holes
Chads, that is, Duval County, Miami Dade
Before the votes are counted, Five Supremes step on in
They tell all the voters, "Hey we want George to win"
"Stop counting votes" is their solemn invocation
And that's how Georgie finally gets his coronation
Rigged, that is, Illegitimate, No Moral Authority
Y'ALL COME BACK AND VOTE NOW YOU HEAR
R73 1933 Goudey Indian Gum - Series 288 - Nos. 118
Also looking for 1953 Parkhurst & 1953 Quaker Oats Ripley's BION.
If you have any available for sale PM me
Nick
Reap the whirlwind.
Need to buy something for the wife or girlfriend? Check out Vintage Designer Clothing.
R73 1933 Goudey Indian Gum - Series 288 - Nos. 118
Also looking for 1953 Parkhurst & 1953 Quaker Oats Ripley's BION.
If you have any available for sale PM me
<< <i>I take it WarHound voted for Senator John Kerry (D-Hanoi).
Nick >>
Funny Post!!