"Ground control to Major Tom" ~ ROFL ~ Longhorn put your helmet on! Did you not mean space is crazy people...yeah....
LOL....ROFL...you got me there!
What you smoking man....where's the anti matter the Scientists are searchin' for? It brushed past that blond no one's looking for.
The chap at that table looking up he did see, the dish in the blond head, with no man could be.
Others looking to be laid as the chicken and the egg, didn't see what Ray Smith, has so boldly said.
"Evil has no moral bias", neither does antimatter you see. Such as those in ground control, live in closed circuit TV.
"Evil has no moral bias", does Science agree? Sorry folks, but that is not up to neither you nor to me!
There is nothing wrong with you, and nothing wrong with me. It's what the Scientists a-looking, are for what inevitably, must be!
Ray's got the key...oh glory march on. Who wrote the song that all must be done, till tittle and jot be written on this plot, the Scientists looking for antimatter will find it not!
Oh what a clot, the damsel so blond. She got the " Thank you", when the Galaxy went by, whilst other folks decided to either, live or to die.
She, being screwed over, more than for once, wasn't looking to be laid, as others lined up to enter their grave.
Neither marry we, when we are set into Heaven, for like angels of God, we don't spread that leaven.
All being One, when its all said and done, that blond on the stage, made her mark in the Grave. As surely as the Bride, to whom the Groom brushed right past, she knew of His touch, their Love was set to last. The only one who thanked her without getting into her pants, was the man who left the stage while others continued to dance.
He thanked her as he went out, and set her heart a quiver, whilst all the other men went dither, hither and thither to get her friends to their dinner!
So up gets the King, at the table so laden, looking right in her eyes where His love was a-smitten.
As He gets up and leaves the table and exits the room, to her he doth whisper...I'll be back soon...I am your groom! A " Thank you" can say ever so much, a brush past by a King, can mean just as much!
He is the best catch and that's for darn sure! As He left the room, who could ask for more.
Looking past all the men, she looks back at Him and as He leaves the room you don't see Him grin.
Hang in there Gina! He's coming, you know it. You know you're made for HIM....and He's on His way despite all the chagrin.
Hang in there Gina dear, He's coming you know it, and when He's full here, by golly, He'll show it.
This might have got just a bit out of hand ~ but you know from the start, there 's another band.
Ray's got the Light ON...its time to depart. ....missiles are coming to the sound of great laughter....we'll all be together in the here and now after!
Just got a luv ya, Longhorn!
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