When you hear the dreaded knock on the door and a stranger stands there, your whole world comes crashing down. The depths of grief and despair engulfs you.
We see the train of war coming down the track and there is nothing we the little people can do. One more time.
(Mick should have just said NO! to the castration procedure.)
Man. Does he ever sound like CS.
ROFL! So Sorry to break the news of Carly's vocal impersonator. Well certain guys can get away with falsetto and then there is Slim Whitman. You can put rhinestones on it, but it still looks weird. No Offense to Whitman fans.
Perhaps it would be advisable for all who have lost loved ones in any war, place a star in their window. It would then be obvious to see, the harvested class.
When you hear the dreaded knock on the door and a stranger stands there, your whole world comes crashing down. The depths of grief and despair engulfs you.
We see the train of war coming down the track and there is nothing we the little people can do. One more time.
Mercifully, I don't know: but the way that you said it, is making me cry.
Be well, and stay safe back there.
A nation of mullets, ruled by inbred, moronic traitors.
When you hear the dreaded knock on the door and a stranger stands there, your whole world comes crashing down. The depths of grief and despair engulfs you. We see the train of war coming down the track and there is nothing we the little people can do. One more time.
Mercifully, I don't know: but the way that you said it, is making me cry.