Showing posts with label Lyrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lyrics. Show all posts

Friday, December 22, 2006

It is Friday

and I have no pictures for you.

The Donald and Rosie both need a new hobby. Even the Aussies are talking about this stupid feud they've got going.

Oh, and Rosie? He's been married three times.

"You know, it really doesn't matter what [the media] write as long as you've got a young and beautiful piece of ass." Donald Trump. Always a class act.

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Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.


I'm outta here until after the first of the year, I think. I might pop in between now and then. So have yourselves a Merry little Christmas and a Happy and safe New Year.