In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
On the trail of the lonesome Pig
In the pale moonshine
our hearts entwine
Where you carved your name
and I carved mine
Oh, you
- like the mountains are blue
Like the pig
- I am lonesome for you
On a mountain in Virginia
stands a lonesome Pig
Just below is the little cabin home
of a little girl of mine
Her name is June and very, very soon
she'll belong to me
For I know she's waiting there for m
e 'neath that lone Pig;
In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
On the trail of the lonesome Pig
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”
For Christianity, by identifying truth with faith, must teach-and, properly understood, does teach-that any interference with the truth is immoral. A Christian with faith has nothing to fear from the facts
I'm not sure why a person would be required to be "poorly endowed" in order to make the comment that a picture of a plate of 'pigs in a blanket" appear to be circumcised.
But you, the nurse (Ratchet), must most certainly know more about that subject than I do.
I'm not sure why a person would be required to be "poorly endowed" in order to make the comment that a picture of a plate of 'pigs in a blanket" appear to be circumcised.
But you, the nurse (Ratchet), must most certainly know more about that subject than I do.
And anyone, Joe (blowjob), most certainly knows more about any subject than you do.
The banal words cannot hide the depth of passion these two share. What a romance!
“I ask no favor for my sex. All I ask of our brethren is that they take their feet off our necks.” ~ Ruth Bader Ginsburg, paraphrasing Sarah Moore Grimké
it's good to know there are burger flippers like you out there,
Oh gee, now you're accusing him of being the Day Manager of The In-N-Out-Burger, just like our erstwhile right-hand-man to Timothy Geitner did...
Oh dear, have I been mislead? I did sincerely believe Joe flipped burgers for a living. It must have been the greasy feel of his personality that allowed me to be so easily fooled.
What goes cat-skunk-cat-skunk-cat-skunk (ad n.)? But also amusingly so.
For Christianity, by identifying truth with faith, must teach-and, properly understood, does teach-that any interference with the truth is immoral. A Christian with faith has nothing to fear from the facts
