We used to get one room and we'd park the vehicle outside, everybody would all take showers and we'd steal towels because we knew we wasn't gonna have enough towels for all five of us to shower.
quote by Buck Owens
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Women In Towels
She's looking good in a new towel,
Looking clear in the new crowd,
She's so funny to be with,
So easy to forgive
See you, you see me,
We could be free,
I'll let you know
"Women in towels"
Take a look at the old suits,
Hanging around in the old school,
She's looking good with her hair down,
Feeling high in the fairground
See you, you see me
We could be free,
I'll let you know
So you could breathe
I wish you could just see yourself,
No shame, in pain (again)
"Women in towels"
"Life is work"
"It's not what you are, it's what you do"
See you, you see me
We could be free,
I'll let you know
So you could breathe
I wish you could just see yourself,
No shame, in pain (again)
"Women in towels"
"Women in towels
song performed by by Feeder
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Showering Together (Love Poem)
Save water
Green clean
Share shower
Love living
Parents play
Kids away
Soap lather
Hot bodies
Skin close
Electric touch
Perfect passion
Warm towels
Wet kisses
Afternoon love
Siesta slumber
poem by Ian Beckett
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Go, and never darken my towels again.
quote by Groucho Marx
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Bad Bad Boy
Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Said Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then Im gonna rip you off
Well I made my first kill
With the old town girl
She was the apple of her daddys eye
Well that woman looked up at me
And I said honey well be
Together till the day I die
But I lied
Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then Im gonna rip you off
There seems to be no end
Of women who are lookin for a man
My services dont come cheap
But I help out when I can
Tell them lies that they wanna hear
Andi really lead em on
Spend all of their money
And Im long, gone
Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then Im gonna rip you off
Ive got tastes for fast cars
I dont wanna settle down
The good life sure come s easily
With all the mugs around
The women they just come to me
I dont have to look around
I move into their homes with them
Then I move on
Im a bad, bad, boy
And Im gonna steal your love
Im a bad, bad, boy
Im gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then Im gonna rip you off
Im a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad,bad, bad, bad, bad,bad,bad, bad, boy
Im bad, Im bad, Im bad, Im such a, such a bad, bad boy
Im gonna rip you off
Just take control of your mind
Im a bad, bad, boy
Im gonna steal your love
Im a bad, bad, boy
Im gonna steal your love
Im gonna rip you off
Just take control of the time
Im a bad, bad,bad,bad,bad
You know Im a bad boy
Im so bad.....
song performed by by Nazareth
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The towels were so thick there I could hardly close my suitcase.
quote by Yogi Berra
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Mayhem
I came back to the thick, sweet cloying smell of fresh blood,
it was daubed over the floors, up walls and had
clogged up the spittoons.
There were three nurses, out cold, in the waiting room
and one throwing up in the rest room
while the dentist, stone white, looked on.
Is someone going to clear up this mess up, he shouted.
I started in the front surgery, the debris was everywhere,
it took me two hours.
Then I made them all tea, threw away the towels,
sat down in the corner of the room
and asked, What the hell happened here?
Mr Duncan-Smith did a surgical, they said
and as I raised my eyes to the ceiling,
there dripped the last spot of blood.
poem by Ruth Walters
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I know all about you. You're the people waiting on the shoreline with the warm towels and the hot chocolate after the woman swims the English Channel.
quote by Gwen Moore
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The Lost Ingredient
Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole
to their baths in Atlantic Cuty, for the lost
rites of the first sea of the first salt
running from a faucet. I have heard they sat
for hours in briny tubs, patting hotel towels
sweetly over shivered skin, smelling the stale
harbor of a lost ocean, praying at last
for impossible loves, or new skin, or still
another child. And since this was the style,
I don't suppose they knew what they had lost.
Almost yesterday, pushing West, I lost
ten Utah driving minutes, stopped to steal
past postcard vendors, crossed the hot slit
of macadam to touch the marvelous loosed
bobbing of The Salt Lake, to honor and assault
it in its proof, to wash away some slight
need for Maine's coast. Later the funny salt
itched in my pores and stung like bees or sleet.
I rinsed it off on Reno and hurried to steal
a better proof at tables where I always lost.
Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal
toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost
ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust
would keep us calm and prove us whole at last.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Where I am From
I am from Scrabble and Resident Evil
I am from football in the park
I am from singing in church
I am from flashlight tag after dark
I am from reading and writing
I am from Gretchen Wilson and Lynard Skynard
I am from poprocks and Pepsi
I am from Sunday baseball winners
I am from Tom Petty and Alan Jackson
I am from Kay Scarpetta and Artemis Fowl
I am from big guns and knives
I am from the beach with big towels
I am from outside with nature
I am from inside with family
I am from alone in the woods
I am from just myself to take care of me
I am from big hopes and dreans
I am from people with a helping hand
I am from making a differince
I am from knowing I can
poem by Tori Beals
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In Mr Atkinson's Room
You saw Judy on the south wing
of the old folks nursing home
near to Mr Atkinson's room
carrying towels in her arms
I need to speak to you
you said
what about?
she asked
you playfully bundled her
into Bob Atkinson's room
(he was either
in the lounge
or out down town
hobbling along
for small items of shopping
or at the second-hand
book shop looking
for boy's annuals
of yesteryear
which he read
from cover to cover
before cutting out
the pictures
and sticking them
in albums)
what are you doing?
she said
what if Bob comes in?
he won't
he's out
you said
but what if he does?
she whispered
well unless I was rogering you
to kingdom come
I don't think he'd mind
you said
pressing her 5'5'' body
against the door
and looking into her
grey blue eyes
she gazed
into your eyes
and said
what do you need
to talk to me about?
I think I'm in love with you
you said
she sighed
that's the umpteen time
you've told me that
she said
she dropped the towels
on Bob's bed
and put her arms
around your waist
and drew you closer
you moved your left hand
around her back
and your right hand
on her buttocks
and said
that's because it's
umpteen times worse
or better depending
how you look at it
she kissed you on the lips
and you sensed
her tongue touch yours
her eyes closed
and you closed yours
the room becoming
a far away place
her perfume blending
into the air about you
the ticktock of Bob's
old clock on the bedside table
like some metronome
setting the pace
as if it was all part
of some song or some
deep aspect
of a Bruckner symphony
she pushed you away
and said
it's nearly break time
and people will wonder
why we're not there
and put one
and one together
ok
you said
removing your hand
from her butt
the warmth still there
her eyes still captured
in your inner self
thank you
for the Chagall postcard
I've put it on
my bedside table
along with that photo
you gave me of you
got to go
she said
and opened the door
and walked off
down the passage
you looked around
Bob's room
at the ticking clock
and the blue
candlewick cover
and the picture
of some boy
cut out of some
old annual
chasing a dog
over a field
and Judy's lips
and tongue
seemed still
to be there
in your mouth
and her hand enfolding
your waist and back
and Peter in the pants
going all slack.
poem by Terry Collett
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Took Her To The Moon
(mark nesler/byron hill)
Im not sure what I did just yet
But something kicked in on the night we met
Looks like her hearts out of control
What shes gonna do next, I dont know
Shes already dreaming about a house on the hill
How does she think were gonna pay those bills
When all I can afford is a two room shack
I took her to the moon and I cant bring her back
Now where did my fishing magazines go
Everywhere I look theres another cosmo
Flowers in the kitchen and a new bedspread
Now you tell me, was it something I said
Even old blues taking it rough
She clipped his nails and powdered him up
Her minds running on a one way track
I took her to the moon and I cant bring her back
Wheres that girl that I used to know
The one who said wed better take it slow
What on earth do I do now
To put her feet back on the ground
She goes to the mall but she never says why
She brings home things that a man wont buy
Ive already told her enoughs enough
Now what are we gonna do with all this stuff
She bought a bunch of soap that she wont let me use
A toilet seat cover and hand towels too
The kind you dont touch, just leave em on the rack
I took her to the moon and I cant bring her back
Wheres that girl that I used to know
The one who said wed better take it slow
What on earth do I do now
To put her feet back on the ground
Shes already dreaming about a house on the hill
Now how does she think were gonna pay those bills
When all I can afford is a two room shack
I took her to the moon and I cant bring her back
Lord, I took her to the moon and I cant bring her back
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Do you know what you call those who use towels and never wash them, eat meals and never do the dishes, sit in rooms they never clean, and are entertained till they drop? If you have just answered, ""A house guest,"" you're wrong because I have just described my kids.
quote by Erma Bombeck
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I took a job at the pool in order to earn the five cents a day it cost to swim. I counted wet towels. As a bonus, I was allowed to swim during lunchtime.
quote by Esther Williams
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Freedom
he drank wine all night of the
28th, and he kept thinking of her:
the way she walked and talked and loved
the way she told him things that seemed true
but were not, and he knew the color of each
of her dresses
and her shoes-he knew the stock and curve of
each heel
as well as the leg shaped by it.
and she was out again and when he came home,and
she'd come back with that special stink again,
and she did
she came in at 3 a.m in the morning
filthy like a dung eating swine
and
he took out a butchers knife
and she screamed
backing into the rooming house wall
still pretty somehow
in spite of love's reek
and he finished the glass of wine.
that yellow dress
his favorite
and she screamed again.
and he took up the knife
and unhooked his belt
and tore away the cloth before her
and cut off his balls.
and carried them in his hands
like apricots
and flushed them down the
toilet bowl
and she kept screaming
as the room became red
GOD O GOD!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
and he sat there holding 3 towels
between his legs
no caring now whether she left or
stayed
wore yellow or green or
anything at all.
and one hand holding and one hand
lifting he poured
another wine
poem by Charles Bukowski
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We Love Them...
we give them pork
and let them drink milk
we give them superb baths
and thick towels
we offer them our beds
and let them have tan
in our beaches
my wife loves each of
them
and keeps them nice
company
and instructs them
english grammar
these dogs!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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South Park Theme
I'm going down to south park, gonna have myself a time.
Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation.
Going down to south park, gonna leave my woes behind.
Ample parking day or night, people shouting "howdy neighbor!"
Heading on out to south park, gonna see if i can't unwind.
I like girls with big vaginas, i like girls with big fat titties.
So come on down to south park and meet some friends of mine.
song performed by by Primus
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General Fonseka’s entry into politics: Is it the end of democracy in Sri Lanka?
As a simpleton I do not see any difference in between War and Politics.
In the battlefield you kill the enemies by Arms & Ammunition.
But it's rather change in politics as most of the hypocrites use wet towels for the said purpose instead of shooting they do it by strangling,
I suggest that the General could get a retirement and wear a saffron robe for the end of journey?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Butterfly was certainly a vehicle for me, and if it died, it still would have served its purpose, in spades. We never expected it to give me the visibility it has given me. It was just a small thing as a vehicle, and suddenly the whole world knew about it.
quote by Pia Zadora
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The Tabloid of the Human Zoo
Big letters in the headlines
and you and O made some resolutions
for the current crisis.
Flying licenses were granted to the dogs
in a limited altitude.
All the Presidents were scared
because of their strikes in the factories.
There was a massive shortage
for sanitary towels, anti-rabies vaccine and
milk of Magnesia et cetera, .
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Stealer
Words and music by fraser and rogers
I went down to the center of town
Beneath my feet was the burning ground
Just stood on the corner as sexy as could be
Said hey good looking, walk away with me
I said yeah, Im your stealer,
Come to steal your love.
Sun was shining, the world was bright,
I said, tell me darling, where you gonna be tonight?
Goin around the corner, where the musics loud.
Im tired of the city, gonna cat me around.
And I said yeah, Im your stealer,
I come to steal your love.
I come to
I come to steal
Goin around the corner, where the musics loud.
Im tired of the city, gonna cat me around.
And I said yeah, Im your stealer
I come to steal your love.
Im stealin...let me steal now...come steal it...
Come steal it...come steal it...
song performed by by Bob Seger
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