Like Corn In A Field I Cut You Down, I Threw The Last Punch Way Too Hard, After Years Of Going Steady, Well, I Thought It Was Time, To Throw In My Hand For A New Set Of Cards.

Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time, There's something wrong here
here can be no more denying, One of us is changing, or maybe we just stopped trying, And it's too late, baby, now, it's too late, Though we really did try to make it, Something inside has died and I can't hide and I just can't fake it....
It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do.
It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work...
Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness, feel the slippery finish.
Caresses it, experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it?...
aga n. [WPI] A cuspy but bogus raving story about N random broken people.
Here is a classic example of the saga form, as told by Guy L....
Joey: All right. [gets up] Monica: [stopping him] No!
Joey, we swore we'd never tell! Chandler: [running over and joining Monica] They'll never understand!...
Whenever I feel like exercise, I lie down until the feeling passes. -- Robert M. Hutchi
You see, you know they say that somewhere there's a bullet with your name on it?
Yeeees.... Well, I thought if I _owned_ the bullet with my name on it, I'd never get hit....
Duncan [Phoebe's Husband]: Oh God, I don't know how to tell you this.
I'm straight. Phoebe: Huuh. Duncan: Yeah, I know, I....
Homer: Larry, there's only one sure way to make him realize how much he loves you.
And that is a phony kidnapping. Larry: Yeah, right....