Terry ought not go to Indiana because Terre Haute is already there

 I never had much success being myself but was a complete failure being anyone else. 

After the afterglow// After the laughter goes// After I loved you so

The furtive dancers, the old romancers, the libertine chancers, who all seek answers to questions everyone has asked// Love should not be like facing panzers or Bengal Lancers or battling cancers//But with a partner, the ball never stays in your court// You may need a clever retort// It may be your last resort

I'm a carbuncle on the face of the universe// I'm a carbuncle; what could be worse?// I'm a carbuncle on the face of the universe// And that's the best that can be said of me// I'm a carbuncle on the face of the universe indeed// I'm a carbuncle who belongs in a hearse even my few friends agree

Today's Vile Louse

Gabe Kapler is trying to make an event that is not about him at all, all about him. Kapler is a virtue-signaling attention-seeker who could not be more wrong about our nation and gun control. Kapler would deny you the opportunity to stop a criminal who will never abide by laws slaughtering your family who he would leave defenseless. America did not massacre those beautiful children in Texas. The Second Amendment did not harm those students. A cold-blooded murderer did that.

If you don't go full throttle, you will never capture lightning in a bottle

Little did I know boys// Little did I know// I am filled with doubt now// With no place to go// Little did I know boys// Little did I know// I thought I would rise fast boys// But I was just too slow

What we shared was but quicksilver, slippery and when captured, what once felt tonic turned toxic. Was our Old Dominion founded on honor or was it always and only myth. Is our virtue on the wane or are we a work in progress, hopeful that our best days may yet be ahead?

Where the foot falls, the evil will rest// Where the foot falls, the evil, evil will rest// You'll never be blessed// You'll never be blessed

She's a bag of bones// I'm a can of fat// That is where we're at (suggested by SG)

Centers: Bill Walton, Bill Laimbeer, Jack Sikma, George Mikan. Dave Cowens,Alvan Adams Power Forwards: Tommy Heinsohn, Kevin McHale, Billy Cunningham, Bobby Jones, Doplh Schayes, Jerry Lucas Small Forwards: Larry Bird, Rick Barry, Kiki VanDeWeghe, Kelly Tripucka, John Havilcek, Wally Szczerbiak Shooting Guards:Pete Maravich, Gail Goodrich, Paul Westphal, Bill Sharman, Rex Chapman, Chris Mullin Point Guard: John Stockton, Jerry West, Bob Cousy, Mark Price, Ernie Digregorio, Andy Phillip

I caught a glimpse of heaven but I'm never getting in// I've always been a loser and I'm never going to win

Ides of July

She gave away her treasure to a sailor drifting by// She gave it with all her heart on the Ides of July// She gave it in the blinking, in the blinking, of an eye// Then she gave it with great pleasure to a salesman on a horse who was simply riding by// She did it this second time without even a hint of remorse// She loved this drummer so much that he took her as his wife// But then he caught her with the gardner and tried to stab her with a knife// After this, he could not remain with her and sued her for divorce// That she contested bitterly and eventually won of course// For she visited judge's chambers many times during the trial// And then the judge would gaze at her with his adoring smile

I'm a low tech man in a high tech world// Looking for my 1980 kinda girl

Our Great Leader

If fading old Joe does not befoul his britches, his handlers reward him with a gold star sticker. When he soils himself and wipes on his body man, Joe weeps because his newly gained decoration is taken away. But give hime his ice cream and he brightens up again. Are you ready to follow the edicts of this "genius"?

Most every man wants to meet "that sort of girl"// They may not admit that is who they want// They don't want to marry "that sort of girl"//But they want to be with "that sort of girl"