When they come to take you down
When they bring that wagon around
When they come to call on you
And drag your poor body down
Just one thing I ask of you
Just one thing for me
Please forget you knew my name
My darlin' Sugaree
Gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rocking little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it again today
Oh, it's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
You know I feel alright
You know I feel alright
Never heard of it so I looked it up. Do people put that on fries? Sounds nasty.
As for the sweet potato fries that I mentioned, I've never had the fast food kind, but I've had some outstanding SP fries at various brewpubs. Far better than white potato fries. I also like home fries made from sweet potatoes.
Agreed, but it's not like an investment that's intended purely for making money. People are comparing it to the stock market; my point is that it's not that type of investment. It's more of an expensive toy or a membership card to a very exclusive club, but it also happens to make money.
Much like a yacht, a private jet, and a hot sports car, an NFL team is a luxury and a status symbol, not an investment. And unlike the aforementioned luxuries, the team increases in value over time, while the others depreciate.
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement
When you drunk my health in scented jasmine tea
But you knifed me in my dirty filthy basement
With that jaded, faded, junky nurse
Oh what pleasant company