ExiledInIllinois

ODS... Obama Derangement Syndrome Obama Bad® Just like the Communists on the Right... Gotta keep constant "revolution."

Yep! We have high water again. Empty barges only draft 2 feet. That mean the other 7-15 feet ride above the water. Only 3 feet to top of our lock wall now. Years ago the rake (bow [or stern] the slants down) skipped over wall, tore railing and took out control house window ledge. This is a rake on an empty barge... This is only drafting 2 feet deep into the water. Easy to skip over a wall, dock, etc...

Damn right! I am the LockNazi®. Run a tight, orderly shift! In all seriousness... No harbor tugs guiding that ***** -er. Italians are cheap and probably don't want to pay for safety. Oh... Wait... That was a harbor tug pulling the bow.... See all that black diesel soot coming from it's stack... Probably should had two tugs doing the job? No bow thrusters on the ship???

For your love When I think about those nights in Montreal I get the sweetest thoughts of you and me Memories of love above the city lights Ooh, I tried so hard to take it But oh Lord my heart won't make it I just wanna stop And tell you what I feel about you babe I just wanna stop I never wanna live without you babe I just gotta stop For your love

Okay... My only moped joke I know. What do fat chicks and mopeds have in common? ...They are both fun to ride until your friends see on one.

I don't believe in guarded borders and I don't believe in hate I don't believe in generals or their stinking torture states And when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening to relate If I had a rocket launcher...I would retaliate On the Rio Lacantun, one hundred thousand wait To fall down from starvation - or some less humane fate Cry for guatemala, with a corpse in every gate If I had a rocket launcher...I would not hesitate I want to raise every voice - at least I've got to try Every time I think about it water rises to my eyes. Situation desperate, echoes of the victims cry If I had a rocket launcher...Some son of a B word would die Vid:

And then... He had the nerve to pi ss it away!

I 2nd this motion.

Shot through the heart and you're to blame You give love a bad name I play my part, and you play your game You give love a bad name, you give love a bad name.

***** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?" That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain Smokin' pure from the health fodd store, While my ***** slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor ***** with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers, We march through your hood with a million mutha*****as. So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah

[Murder Ballads! I love murder ballads, got them in my head a mile long!] Easy, let's start simple: Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Alright. I'm goin down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man. I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man...

One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all Go ask Alice When she's ten feet tall And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call To call Alice When she was just small When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low Go ask Alice I think she'll know When logic and proportion Have fallen slowly dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's off with her head Remember what the dormouse said "Feed your head, feed your head"

I think he died way too damn young! Signed, @Gugny @Chef Jim He didn't feel a day over 86 and was in the best shape of his life! ?

I like Roosevelt Franklin:

I will take, "Where is Exiled and His Wife DOESN'T Want to Know What You Did With Him" for $1,000 Alex.

Whiskey bottles and brand new cars Oak tree, you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on inside you Ooh, that smell Can't you smell that smell? Ooh, that smell The smell of death surrounds you, yeah

What is the difference between Apple tracking and Google?

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam It really brought him down because he couldn't jam The captain seemed to understand Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted a band And now the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B A-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada-toot He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with 'im He makes the company jump when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B He was our boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B And when he plays boogie woogie bugle he was busy as a 'bzzz' bee And when he plays he makes the company jump eight-to-the-bar He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B Toot-toot-toot, toot-diddelyada, toot-diddelyada Toot, toot, he blows it eight-to-the-bar He can't blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't with 'im A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B He puts the boys asleep with boogie every night And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright They clap their hands and stamp their feet Because they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat He really breaks it up when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B Da-dah-da-dah-da Da-dah-da-da-dah-da Da-dah-da-da-da A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company

EDIT: Let me tag this ***** -er... So they get those pesky notifications! LoL... @Mike in Horseheads @BringBackFergy @Gugny

What's my line? I'm happy cleaning windows Take my time I'll see you when my love grows Baby don't let it slide I'm a working man in my prime Cleaning windows...

Lunatic fringe I know you're out there You're in hiding And you hold your meetings I can hear you coming We know what you're after We're wise to you this time We won't let you kill the laughter Lunatic fringe In the twilight's last gleaming This is open season But you won't get too far 'Cause you gotta blame someone For your own confusion But I'm on guard this time Against your final solution We can hear you coming No you're not going to win this time We can hear the footsteps Out along the walkway Lunatic fringe We all know you're out there Can you feel the resistance? Can you feel the thunder?

Don't runaway Midnight hideaway Don't you fade away 'Til the Morning light I see you from my window In the shadows of the night You're standing on Love Street On the beat, of better things Yeah, I'll see you standin' there You don't care, anymore And love in your life Stabbin' knife in my heart I see you from my window In the shadows of the night You're standing on Love Street On the beat, of better things Yeah, I see you from my window In the shadows of the night You're standing on Love Street On the beat, of better things I'll see you standin' there You don't care anymore And love in your life Stabbin' knife in my heart I see you from my window In the shadows of the night You're standing on Love Street On the beat, of better things I see you from my window In the shadows of the night You're standing on Love Street On the beat, of better things She might fade away, she might fade away She might fade away, she might fade away She might fade away, she might fade away She might fade away, she might fade away

@ShadyBillsFan

He wants to dream like a young manWith the wisdom of an old man.He wants his home and security,He wants to live like a sailor at sea.Beautiful loser, where you goona fall?You realize you just can't have it all.He's your oldest and your best friend,If you need him, he'll be there again.He's always willing to be second best,A perfect lodger, a perfect guest.Beautiful loser, read it on the wallAnd realize, you just can't have it all....you can't have it all, you can't have it all,Oh, oh, ... can't have it all.He'll never make any enemies,He won't complain if he's caught in a freeze.He'll always ask, he'll always say please.Beautiful loser, never take it all'cause it's easier, faster when you fall,You just don't need it allOh, oh, ... you just don't need it all.

...Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia And he wound up on the wrong end of gun And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus Rollin' down Highway 41 Lord, I was born a ramblin' man Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can When it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand That I was born a ramblin' man I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin' Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee They're always having a good time down on the bayou Lord, and Delta women think the world of me...