The TV is gone. Sold off to people who have a nicer, more suited stand to place it on. The living room looks empty now. No big black rectangle to hog the attention of the room. No strings of wires connecting the towers in each corner. No towers in the corner. She's gone. There will be another one, but she will always be the first....
How many of the things in this commercial would you do/are allowed to do when you are on the Beer?
Lobster Boil. And then, the ranger would probably come by and bust 'em for having an open fire on a public beach. And the beach is probably some kind of rare bird sanctuary and the fire is on a nest of rare bird eggs. Going to jail and all the hippies in the world hate you. Now those suckers wish they were half cockeyed, going down a hill made of sand on skis.
I'm working in a hospital. Again Today I had to work in the morgue. There were dead bodies in one, refrigerated room. For most of the afternoon, I worked in the morgue by myself. Right over the stainless steel table that they do the autopsies on. On the wall, next that table, was a plaque that had "The autopsy Oath" on it. In fewer words, it said "Don't tell anyone about the shit that happens in here, no matter how fucked up it looked" I can only imagine being there for an autopsy and having the doctor saying "Jesus, this one liked nachos. Hey! Don't tell anyone I said that!" I worked in other morgues before.
We got kicked out of the morgue in Grand Falls because they had to do an autopsy on someone and they don't like doing autopsies when there is concrete dust in the air.
They keep the Christmas decorations in the morgue in Baie Verte.
This song reminds me of driving with Sarah. In the Jetta. In the snow. We'll never drive in that car together again. At least I hope not. It's for sale. $14500. Tell your money makin friends. The first couple of verses make me fill up. I miss my wife.