"I go to Indianapolis every year, to see the the Indy 500. I go there with friends to drive and race. Every year when they go there to qualify, they usually have to go as fast as they possibly can to get a front row position. They put nitro in their cars sometimes instead of the fuel that's intended to be in the cars, so that the cars will go faster. And they do, for 5 or 10 laps... then they blow all to Hell." - Evel Knievel
Thursday, July 28, 2005
The ring is mine! It's mine! MINE, I TELL YOU! My PRECIOUS!
Oh, a shiny new ring! cool. ya wanna sell it?
ReplyDeleteLittle, slightly older than toddler age, gal (pick one) looks up to you with big sad "oh daddy please" eyes, "Papa, can I have your ring?"
Big burly man at the bar, after you've had a few too many, says, "Hey Man! You're givin me that ring!"
My Precious... pfffttt... ;)
Does Jack Lord cave to the doe eyes of a daughter?
Does he sell out to a friend?
Does he dim the lights of the Hulk? All over "My Precious"...
:)