Home right on time just like I said.
‘twas fun. I shall talk about it tomorrow. Good night…morning
Home right on time just like I said.
‘twas fun. I shall talk about it tomorrow. Good night…morning
Say that to my face ya limp noodle!
Come on somebody name the quote! what’s that from?
Whenever Im about to leave and Honey has to go outside, she runs from me, and flops down and rolls over on her belly, if I try and pick her up, she bites me :)
Cold chow mien
Cold mushu pork
Cold cashu prawns
Cold pot stickers
Cold egg rolls
An apple juice
There is a place where the sidewalk ends and before the street begins, and there the grass grows soft and white and there the sun burns crimson bright and there the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black and the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow and watch where the chalk-white arrows go to the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes well walk with a walk that is measured and slow and well go where the chalk-white arrows go, for the children, they mark, and the children they know, the place where the sidewalk ends.
- Shel Silverstein