“I May Drink Too Much!
Smoke too Much!
Stay Out Late Out Late At Night Yoo Much!
Please Marry Me!
I Promise To Be True!
Life is Just a Tire Swing!
Hitch Yer Wagon to a Star!
Cred for vid: Croonr1
“I’m Just a Tired, Worn-Out, Broken Swing!”
This is Such a Charming Video!
‘Nother Fun Fack:
Lance is A Dumb-Ass With No Class!
Gotta Make a Livin’
I Love You Emmylou!
You Are So Beautiful!
I Love You!
Way Too Close to my-HOME!
(Fun, Pointless Fact: Those Are Baby Koi Carp in That Fish Tank)
I know My Fish! Trust Me On This!
And pondering why I love the TV show, ‘Nashville’ so much.
Many a time while stationed in San Diego, I would make a spur of the moment decision to drive the five hours to Vegas.
Occasionally with a buddy or two after closing down a bar somewhere downtown San Dog. Once or twice with a female accomplice, but usually alone.
(Not Many were brave enuff, or stupid enuff, to get into my car at two a.m.)
“It’s OK. We (I) can sober up on the road. We’ll get to Vegas about sunrise.”
Would just show up, never having the wherewithal or forethought to reserve a room so I’d just nap in my Tornado if necessary.
But then, I never really slept while in Vegas anyhow. Why would I need a room?
Too bad I was born too late to experience “The Rat Pack.” Maybe if I accumulate enough good Karma, I can come back as Sammy Davis Jr. Or Frank Sinatra. Stranger things have happened, in the night, eh?
Dean Martin, caught in a Gravity Storm.