Feb 13, 2008 11:17
I woke up this morning with a bad country song stuck in my head on a continuous loop.
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille
With four hungry children and a crop in the field.
I've had some bad times,
I've lived through some sad times,
But this time the hurtin' won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.
Someone please shoot me
Leave a comment
Comments 39
Reply
Know when to fold up,
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run..."
hehe
At least it's a different song... LOL
Reply
Reply
and rolled and curled your tinted hair...
Reply
I read recently that statistical analysis has shown a strong correlation between the amount of radio airtime given to country songs and the local suicide rate.
Reply
Reply
I can only hope she would use this power for good and not evil.
Reply
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
after all...
*runs*
Reply
Reply
LALALALAITSASMALLWORLD
Reply
"You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille, 4 ugly children and a crotch that won't heal"
Ok, it might be just a bit rude ... I apologize
Reply
Reply
Reply
When I was a kid I thought Cheech & Chong was CheeChinChong. :-)
Reply
Leave a comment