I had a dad for 9 years, and i tried to make a garden and he started it
on the shady side of the house...
Nothing grew.
I transplanted a snapdragon to the sunnyside of the house by the
manicured hedge.
It grew like crazy. One hedge. One door. One maniacal snapdragon. One
hedge.
David Baptiste Chirot wrote:
> "I told my dad I'd stopped raising hell and he called me a
> quitter."
>
> I asked for water and she gave me gasoline . . .
>
> On Thu, 8 Jun 2000 [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
>
> >
> > In a message dated 6/8/00 12:19:21 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
> >
> > << f Drinking don't kill me/Her memory will"
> >
> > "Time Don't mean a thing to me/I've got life to go"
> > >>
> >
> > "I'm my father's son . . . just a little bit crazy."
> >
> > "If a man keeps running sooner or later he'll run into himself."
> >
> > "From now on all my friends are gonna be strangers."
> >
