Did I watch you wash away your life
And polish up the forks and knifes
And left the kitchen crystal clear
Did you put me in my resting place
Beside the cups there was no place for fear

There's someone calling for me
Just see a new talk
Don't listen to me

We go through the hoops
Before you know it beats me

Did I watch you wash away your life
And polish up the forks and knifes
And I watch the crystal disappear
Did I try to run to your defence
And make some jokes at my expense
And watch you boil some water for the sake of it

There's someone calling for me
Just see a new talk
Don't listen to me

Hail Mary, motherless grace

1 Who are you?.......
2. Are we friends?........
3. When and how did we meet?........
4. Do you hav a crush on me?.........
5. Would you give me a hug?.....
6. Have you ever wanted to punch me?........
7. Give me a nikname and explain why?........
8. Describe me in 1 word........
9. what was ur first impression ov me?.......
10. do u still think the same?......
11. What reminds u ov me?.....
12. If you could giv me anything wot wod it b?......
13. How well do u no me?......
14. Whens the last tym u saw me?.....
15. Eva wanted 2 tell me sumthing u couldnt?......
16. Could you ever love me?........
17. Are you goin 2 put dis on ur blog and c wot i say about u?...

Baked Beans - This is hilarious! One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odour of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see! me and exclaimed delightedly: 'Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.' He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signalled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: 'Happy Birthday!' I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!