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Don't recall the video but I remember the song well. I used to play it in the clubs and at parties. I think I still have the 12" inch single. So which one is hubby? The little brother?
Don't recall the video but I remember the song well. I used to play it in the clubs and at parties. I think I still have the 12" inch single. So which one is hubby? The little brother?
Yes, the little brother in the leather vest! He used to be quite famous amongst the girls his age at some point.
It is tough to be green, especially lime-green. You have to go to the store to get your own chicken soup while Sifu who "learned about sharing, caring and loving your fellow man" writes for fame instead of making you some.
Notice I said fellow MAN...no, I haven't been drafted to the other team; just that I DO have some "bro" stuff to do these days - having to generate good-will amongst our regulars at the club.
I'm paid to schmooze, and to occasionally bend or break things.
Rocky: I been comin' here for six years, and for six years ya been stickin' it to me, an' I wanna know how come! Mickey: Ya don't wanna know! Rocky: I wanna know how come! Mickey: Ya wanna know? Rocky: I WANNA KNOW HOW! Mickey: OK, I'm gonna tell ya! You had the talent to become a good fighter, but instead of that, you become a legbreaker to some cheap, second rate loanshark! Rocky: It's a living. Mickey: IT'S A WASTE OF LIFE!
...sorry...having flashbacks...
But OK, OK...I'm not writing HERE of all places if it were fame I desired. I'm writing here to try to entertain my family, pure and simple. If I were to write for money, I'd be finishing my novel about the one-legged 16-year-old Amish gal and the touching tale of her forbidden romance with the tentacled Japanese salaryman...
Thanks Hawk, I was looking through some old videos and remembered about this one and decided to share it with you guys. I'm trying to cheer myself up, I'm not in the good frame of mind.
My dad was finally supposed to come visit me in Florida in February, but cancelled due to health issues.
Earlier today I heard a siren and saw a fire truck pull up to my neighbor's house (behind me). I've known them since 1980, am friends with their son, who is a year older than me. Mrs. Z died almost exactly a year ago. I just found out today that Mr. Z died. Their daughter and her 11 year old son live with them (situation like mine), and the 11 year old found him in the bathroom. He ran and grabbed his friend's mom (his mom was at work), saying something's wrong with his Grandpa. She went over, ready to perform CPR, but he was long gone.
My dad said he had the dog outside last night and could hear Mr. Z coughing.
Yes, the little brother in the leather vest! He used to be quite famous amongst the girls his age at some point.
That's really cool MM. See, he had all them girls chasing him but he saved the best for last.
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You have to go to the store to get your own chicken soup while Sifu who "learned about sharing, caring and loving your fellow man" 
writes for fame instead of making you some.
