Rank            :      After School Special

Level           :      97
Percentage      :      clueless (don't know how to  ck) 

My Butterfly's name is Breanna

My of the Day. Can You Guess Who Does It?

She asks me why, I'm just a hairy guy.
I'm hairy noon and night, hair that's a fright.
I'm hairy high and low, don't ask me why, don't know.
It's not for lack of bread, like the Greadful Death.
Darlin'

Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair.
Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen.
Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy.

hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Hair, hair, hair. Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair.

Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees, give a home to the fleas in my hair.
A home for fleas (yeah) a hive for bees (yeah),
a nest for birds, there ain't no words for the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my:

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair

I want long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty,
oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen,
knotted, polka dotted, twisted, beaded, braided,
powered, flowered and confetti, bungled, tangled, spangled and spaghetti.

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Hair, hair, hair. Flow it, show it,
long as God can grow it, my hair

They'll be ga-ga at the go-go when they see me in my toga,
my toga made of blond, brilliantined, biblical hair.
My hair like Jesus wore it, Hallelujah I adore it, Hallelujah Mary loved her son, why don't my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
long as God can grow it, my hair

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
long as God can grow it, my hair

HAIR

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Tony Orlando and Dawn

Tie a Yellow Ribbon

Management Course

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel." After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was that?" "It was Bob the next door neighbor," she replies. "Great," the husband says, "did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?" Moral of the story: If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.

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Green Acres

Hi all. I am home as stated in my previous blog. I will write more when I catch up on my sleep. As for now the question of the day is do you think you ever REALLY catch up on sleep?

Chicken Paprikash

1 (2 to 3 pound) whole chicken, cut into pieces 2 tablespoons olive oil salt and pepper to taste 1 cup chopped onion 1 tablespoon paprika 1/4 cup white wine 1/4 cup chicken broth 1/2 cup sour cream In a 12 inch skillet, heat olive oil and brown chicken on all sides. Season chicken with salt and pepper. Remove chicken and set aside. Add onion to skillet. Cook just until tender, but not brown. Stir in paprika. Return chicken to skillet, turning to coat with paprika/onion mixture. Add wine and broth. Bring to a boil; reduce heat, cover and simmer for 40 minutes or until chicken is fully cooked and tender. Remove chicken and keep warm. Boil skillet drippings until reduced to 1/2 cup liquid, about 3 minutes. Stir in 1/2 cup sour cream. Heat through. Serve chicken atop pasta if desired, and pour sauce over all.