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Three Mile Island...but, she claims it is fom Oregon. hahahaha It is like toothpicks in a cup. It jumps right in your eyes to hold them open. ha ha ha..where in Oregon? Mornin y'all Oregon coast, Lincoln City. |
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind.
But I don't have any exes in Texas. |
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind. But I don't have any exes in Texas. Yet :-) |
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind. But I don't have any exes in Texas. Yet :-)  always the optimist. |
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind. But I don't have any exes in Texas. Want one? I hear Mano is available! |
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Want one? I hear Mano is available! So are you :-) |
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind. But I don't have any exes in Texas. Sorry to so rudely interrupt, but my friend Paul has written this lyric some time ago: "Every time I pick my nose I lose a piece of me; Every time I see your pentihose, I see a stream of pee." I am definitely not pointing fingers, my only reason to post this was the apropos to CnW songs. And the recurrent phrase "every time I..." |
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Wow! Makes me wish I lived in Texas!   You're back!!!!   Gad, you look lazy Sunshine! But I do have to make this comment...... That T Shirst is just WRONG!!!!!  It should say TEXAS RANGERS!!!  Yep....you're BACK! Mr. Fixit!
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind. But I don't have any exes in Texas. Want one? I hear Mano is available! I would prefer not to have anymore exes at all. I would like to find the one I can keep. |
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind. But I don't have any exes in Texas. Want one? I hear Mano is available! I would prefer not to have anymore exes at all. I would like to find the one I can keep. "keep the ex, max, leap to bex, rex, and don't you cry no more. Your ex got his backs up the axe by his girl from tex, yeah, it checks. Tsk, tsk, laughs the ex, I don't mix facts with fax, Come here, both of you, you good little ex-licking fax." I just made this up. It still needs some polishing before I can send it in to the New Yorker. |
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Edited by
wux
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Tue 04/05/11 01:54 PM
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind. But I don't have any exes in Texas. Want one? I hear Mano is available! I would prefer not to have anymore exes at all. I would like to find the one I can keep. "keep the ex, max, leap to bex, rex, and don't you cry no more. Your ex got his backs up the axe by his girl from tex, yeah, it checks. Tsk, tsk, laughs the ex, I don't mix facts with fax, Come here, both of you, you good little ex-licking fax." I just made this up. It still needs some polishing before I can send it in to the New Yorker. My Ex He came in a tux Drove a marvellous lux Ury car He loved like a candle: Hot, burning, melting wax, Oh, how sweet it was. All night, this ex, would wane and wax, For each one he carved an X on the bedpost. We lived only for sex, He called me a fox. We never lacked in fax. Then the ex got the axe He paid no more tax And the children cried for pax of hotdogs. I left the ex in Essex Went to Jackson to buy a Lex And wound up with six more exes. Coz it's easy to get married In Jackson. This was penned not by my ex, But by a serious hex, Who goes by the penname of Wux. |
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind. But I don't have any exes in Texas.
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind. But I don't have any exes in Texas. Want one? I hear Mano is available!
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Wow! Makes me wish I lived in Texas! You're back!!!! Gad, you look lazy Sunshine! But I do have to make this comment...... That T Shirst is just WRONG!!!!! It should say TEXAS RANGERS!!! Yep....you're BACK! Mr. Fixit!
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind. But I don't have any exes in Texas. Want one? I hear Mano is available! I would prefer not to have anymore exes at all. I would like to find the one I can keep. "keep the ex, max, leap to bex, rex, and don't you cry no more. Your ex got his backs up the axe by his girl from tex, yeah, it checks. Tsk, tsk, laughs the ex, I don't mix facts with fax, Come here, both of you, you good little ex-licking fax." I just made this up. It still needs some polishing before I can send it in to the New Yorker. My Ex He came in a tux Drove a marvellous lux Ury car He loved like a candle: Hot, burning, melting wax, Oh, how sweet it was. All night, this ex, would wane and wax, For each one he carved an X on the bedpost. We lived only for sex, He called me a fox. We never lacked in fax. Then the ex got the axe He paid no more tax And the children cried for pax of hotdogs. I left the ex in Essex Went to Jackson to buy a Lex And wound up with six more exes. Coz it's easy to get married In Jackson. This was penned not by my ex, But by a serious hex, Who goes by the penname of Wux.
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Carol, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
ManO, when are you picking me up? |
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Carol, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. ManO, when are you picking me up? 
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Edited by
wux
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Tue 04/05/11 02:41 PM
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Every time I see this thread I hear that song All My Exes Live in Texas in my mind. But I don't have any exes in Texas. Want one? I hear Mano is available! I would prefer not to have anymore exes at all. I would like to find the one I can keep. "keep the ex, max, leap to bex, rex, and don't you cry no more. Your ex got his backs up the axe by his girl from tex, yeah, it checks. Tsk, tsk, laughs the ex, I don't mix facts with fax, Come here, both of you, you good little ex-licking fax." I just made this up. It still needs some polishing before I can send it in to the New Yorker. My Ex He came in a tux Drove a marvellous lux Ury car He loved like a candle: Hot, burning, melting wax, Oh, how sweet it was. All night, this ex, would wane and wax, For each one he carved an X on the bedpost. We lived only for sex, He called me a fox. We never lacked in fax. Then the ex got the axe He paid no more tax And the children cried for pax of hotdogs. I left the ex in Essex Went to Jackson to buy a Lex And wound up with six more exes. Coz it's easy to get married In Jackson. This was penned not by my ex, But by a serious hex, Who goes by the penname of Wux. Right on, sister. I am glad to have received an acknowledgement of my existence. Thanks. I was beginning to doubt that Descartes was right in saying "cogito ergo sum". Now, having regained my peace of mind, I can go back to my crypt, lie down into the cold hard comfort of my marble casket, snuggle in under the granite cover under the pale moonlight that filters through the lead-inlayed window, fall asleep to the call of the black-hooded crow and rest for another thousand years. P.s. Hold all calls, and don't wake me please, unless a busty blonde is walking past. |
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Carol, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. ManO, when are you picking me up? Its okay. You can lean on me. I make a good crutch.  |
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Edited by
Ruth34611
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Tue 04/05/11 02:45 PM
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Doh!
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