✞But when a Pro-Lifer wants to defend an unborn human inside the womb of human, it’s no longer about human rights but about choice?
Getting Married: HUMAN RIGHT
Being Alive: NOT HUMAN RIGHT
Liberal Logic 101
Shower head that turns water rainbow colors
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Bath tiles that change color according to heat
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Don’t take a shower if you’re on any kind of hallucinatory drugs
I first laid eyes on June Carter when I was 18, on a Dyess High School senior class trip to the Grand Ole Opry. I’d liked what I heard of her on the radio, and I really liked what I saw of her from the balcony at the Ryman Auditorium. She was great. She was gorgeous. She was a star. I was smitten, seriously so. The next time I saw her was 6 years later, again at the Opry, but this time backstage because by then I was a performer too. I walked over to her and came right out with it: “You and I are going to get married someday.” June is formidable; she’s my solid rock. She’s my spark plug. When there are people to talk to and my shyness is welling up, she holds my hand. June always sees that I’ve got the right thing to eat, if I’ll agree to eat it. She likes the same kind of movies I do, and the same kind of TV shows. She’s got charm, she’s got brains, she’s got style, she’s got class. She’s silver, she’s gold, she’s got jewelry, she’s got furniture, she’s got china….she’s got a black belt in shopping. She’s a vital performer, and it’s vital for me to have her on my concerts. I just don’t want to travel if she can’t come with me. She almost always does. She’s my life’s companion, and she’s a sweet companion. She and I have become so very close, so intimate. Whenever I face a professional decision, I always put it to her because I know she’ll be both objective and honest. She’s never judgmental. She’s become everything that wife should be, in my mind. We sleep together, we pray together, we travel together, we work together, and we’ve both found our particular place where we totally belong in every avenue of endeavor. —Johnny Cash, From “Cash: The Autobiography”
Went to a concert with mom (not pictured) and my grandparents.
It was kinda hot in there, and I was wearing a jacket part of the time, along with 6 inch heels. Big mistake.
I’m going to a concert with my mom and grandparents tonight. It’s a mexican band. I like the music, I grew up listening to it; so naturally, I want to go. Also, my grampa kept nagging at me.
My first thought after being asked what I was gonna wear: “Damn! What the fuck am I gonna wear?! I don’t have anything to make me look ‘mexican’ enough.”
My second thought after picturing my closet in my mind and being asked if I had found anything to wear again: “I’m too skater for this shit!”
My closet is filled with random items. Most of it being skate/surf wear. I was able to find something last night.
By looking ‘mexican enough’ I meant, well, unless you go to mexican parties, you will know what I mean. I can’t really describe it.
✞✞Heavy Metal Sex - Lady Gaga (& Marina and The Diamonds)
Heavy Metal Lover vs. Sex, Yeah Mashup
- 1950's lyrics: Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfilled. For, my darling, I love you, and I always will.
- 1960's lyrics: When the girl in your arms is the girl in your heart, then you've got everything.
- 1970's lyrics: I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you're in the world.
- 2012 lyrics: Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt.
✞“Oh no it does not move me
Even though I’ve seen the movie”Elvis Costello-(I don’t want to go to) Chelsea
