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Lillemus

Du har gale venner Lillemus. Alle siviliserte mennesker vet at rødvin drikkes av flasken, subsidiært store glass.

Jeg drikker hvitvin. Og teller jeg i vanlige hvitvinsglass vil jeg tro at jeg nå er på vei ned i det 4. glasset på 1 1/2 time. Skål!

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Skål! Selv har jeg akkurat jekket en øl..

God fredag! :o)

Er dere alene eller sammen med noen? Er det ok å ta et lite glass når man er alene...? Joda, jeg gjorde det før. Men ikke nå. Mannen er på puben, jeg sitter hjemme (barna sover). Jeg husker en tid der jeg faktisk tømte mer enn en vin før jeg gikk i byen! Hjelpe meg....

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Er dere alene eller sammen med noen? Er det ok å ta et lite glass når man er alene...? Joda, jeg gjorde det før. Men ikke nå. Mannen er på puben, jeg sitter hjemme (barna sover). Jeg husker en tid der jeg faktisk tømte mer enn en vin før jeg gikk i byen! Hjelpe meg....

Nei, det er kjæresten og meg...:o)

Vi måtte ta en siste skål for Johnny Cash...

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Pappa Bjørn

Skål! Selv har jeg akkurat jekket en øl..

God fredag! :o)

Jeg har 17 sånne i kjøleskapet. Er det noen som har bursdag eller noe? Trenger en unnskyldning.............

Nei , gi faen! Fordi jeg fortjener det! Holder for meg.

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Jeg har 17 sånne i kjøleskapet. Er det noen som har bursdag eller noe? Trenger en unnskyldning.............

Nei , gi faen! Fordi jeg fortjener det! Holder for meg.

Ta dem med hit?;)

Eller du kan jo ta en skål for Cash du også..

Uansett, skål og god fredag!

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Lillemus

Er dere alene eller sammen med noen? Er det ok å ta et lite glass når man er alene...? Joda, jeg gjorde det før. Men ikke nå. Mannen er på puben, jeg sitter hjemme (barna sover). Jeg husker en tid der jeg faktisk tømte mer enn en vin før jeg gikk i byen! Hjelpe meg....

Jeg er alene hjemme jeg. Ungene sover, jeg tror jeg kom godt fra det når jeg fulgte poden på do isted, han er i koma omtrent alikevel. :o)

Kranglet så fjæra føyk med eks'en tidligere i dag, sendte ham på fest og har nå chattet med en venninne og drukket meg halvfull på hvitvin. Skål!

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Jeg er alene hjemme jeg. Ungene sover, jeg tror jeg kom godt fra det når jeg fulgte poden på do isted, han er i koma omtrent alikevel. :o)

Kranglet så fjæra føyk med eks'en tidligere i dag, sendte ham på fest og har nå chattet med en venninne og drukket meg halvfull på hvitvin. Skål!

Kos deg!

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Pappa Bjørn

Ta dem med hit?;)

Eller du kan jo ta en skål for Cash du også..

Uansett, skål og god fredag!

Joa, jeg kunne stikki over en tur, greia er bare at jeg har masse øl men lite bensin.*L* Hadde nok ikke kommet til Oslo på de dråpene som finnes der nei................

Men takk for tilbudet. Tenkte jeg heller skulle ta Cash-skålen her hjemme mens jeg hører på A boy named Sue.

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Joa, jeg kunne stikki over en tur, greia er bare at jeg har masse øl men lite bensin.*L* Hadde nok ikke kommet til Oslo på de dråpene som finnes der nei................

Men takk for tilbudet. Tenkte jeg heller skulle ta Cash-skålen her hjemme mens jeg hører på A boy named Sue.

Hva er det for noe musikk?

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Pappa Bjørn

Hva er det for noe musikk?

BOY NAMED SUE

My daddy left home when I was three,

And he didn't leave much to Ma and me...

Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid,

But the meanest thing that he ever did

Was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue'.

Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke,

And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk.

It seems I had to fight my whole life through.

Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,

And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head.

I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue'.

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,

My fist got hard and my wits got keen.

I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

But I made me a vow to the moon and stars

That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,

And kill that man that give me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July

And I just hit town, and my throat was dry.

I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.

At an old saloon on a street of mud,

There at a table, dealing stud,

Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue'.

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad

From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,

And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.

He was big and bent and gray and old,

And I looked at him and my blood ran cold,

And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna die!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,

And he went down, but, to my surprise,

He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.

But I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed through the wall and into the street

Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men,

But I really can't remember when,

He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,

He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,

He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough,

And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough,

And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along.

So I give ya that name and I said good-bye.

I knew you'd have to get tough or die,

And it's that name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight,

And I know you hate me, and you got the right

To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.

But ya ought to thank me, before I die,

For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye

Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'."

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun

And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,

And I come away with a different point of view.

And I think about him, now and then,

Every time I try and every time I win,

And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him

Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate that name!

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BOY NAMED SUE

My daddy left home when I was three,

And he didn't leave much to Ma and me...

Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid,

But the meanest thing that he ever did

Was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue'.

Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke,

And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk.

It seems I had to fight my whole life through.

Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,

And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head.

I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue'.

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,

My fist got hard and my wits got keen.

I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

But I made me a vow to the moon and stars

That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,

And kill that man that give me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July

And I just hit town, and my throat was dry.

I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.

At an old saloon on a street of mud,

There at a table, dealing stud,

Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue'.

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad

From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,

And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.

He was big and bent and gray and old,

And I looked at him and my blood ran cold,

And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna die!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,

And he went down, but, to my surprise,

He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.

But I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed through the wall and into the street

Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men,

But I really can't remember when,

He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,

He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,

He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough,

And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough,

And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along.

So I give ya that name and I said good-bye.

I knew you'd have to get tough or die,

And it's that name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight,

And I know you hate me, and you got the right

To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.

But ya ought to thank me, before I die,

For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye

Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'."

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun

And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,

And I come away with a different point of view.

And I think about him, now and then,

Every time I try and every time I win,

And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him

Bill or George! Anything but sue! I still hate that name!

Takk:)

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