For some reason this song always seems right on Thanksgiving. Maybe it’s because Bill Withers communicates so unmistakably that we all belong to each other, if only we allow ourselves to see it.
Have a good one.
For some reason this song always seems right on Thanksgiving. Maybe it’s because Bill Withers communicates so unmistakably that we all belong to each other, if only we allow ourselves to see it.
Have a good one.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. In these parts, this is the song that radio stations play for Thanksgiving – LINK.
I don’t want to forget reg. Here’s one to “roll” over: LINK
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Worker dies at Long Island Wal-Mart after being trampled in Black Friday stampede…
A worker died after being trampled and a woman miscarried when hundreds of shoppers smashed through the doors of a Long Island Wal-Mart Friday morning, witnesses said.
The unidentified worker, employed as an overnight stock clerk, tried to hold back the unruly crowds just after the Valley Stream store opened at 5 a.m.
Witnesses said the surging throngs of shoppers knocked the man down. He fell and was stepped on. As he gasped for air, shoppers ran over and around him.
“He was bum-rushed by 200 people,” said Jimmy Overby, 43, a co-worker. “They took the doors off the hinges. He was trampled and killed in front of me. They took me down too…I literally had to fight people off my back.”
Black Friday needs you.
America needs you.
Have a plasma screen TV in every room.
Have a plasma room in a plasma house.
Have a complete, one of a kind, high definition plasma life squirted across your retina like multi-colored cheese whiz.
Have it all.
Just shop.
Slaughter in Mumbai?
Fuck it. Shop.
Economy turning into a mirage of a rumor of an urban legend?
Fuck it. Shop.
Food prices higher than the Tower of Babel?
Fuck it. Shop, Shop, Shop.
Shots fired. 2 dead over Elmo Doll in SoCal Toys ‘R’ Us.
Some of you guys are sick liberals who find no reason to be thankful and can only focus on misfortune and what you perceive to be wrong with others. I’m thankful that I’m not like you.
Sending you sunshine and rainbows Mr. Poopy-Pants.
Woody is an inadvertent ironist.
“I’m thankful that I’m not like you.” – Woody
Ms. Fremon, order Woody’s brain scan records to be released now! You have a live jive turkey on your blog, seems to have escaped from Tyson’s turkey farms in late October.
No reg, he just lacks self-awareness.