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I am a menber but i havne't posted before to this guild. well just wanted to say hi biggrin

MY SHARONA...THE KNACK

OOH, MY LITTLE PRETTY ONE, PRETTY ONE
WHEN YOU GONNA GIVE ME SOME TIME, SHARONA?
WILL YOU MAKE MY MOTOR RUN, MY MOTOR RUN?
GOT IT COMING ALL FOR THE NIGHT, SHARONA

NEVER GONNA STOP, GIVE IT UP, SUCH A DIRTY MIND
I WAS GETTING UP FROM THE TOUCH OF A YOUNGER KIND

MY-MY-MY-AY OOH
MA-MA-MA-MY SHARONA

COME A LITTLE CLOSER HON, A REAL HON
CLOSE ENOUGH TO LOOK INTO MY EYES, SHARONA
KEEPIN' IT A MYSTERY YOU GIVE TO ME
ROLLING DOWN THE LENGTH OF MY THIGH, SHARONA

NEVER GONNA STOP, GIVE IT UP, SUCH A DIRTY MIND
I WAS GETTING UP FROM THE TOUCH OF A YOUNGER KIND

WHEN ARE YOU GONNA GET TO ME, AH GET TO ME
IS IT JUST A MATTER OF TIME, SHARONA?
IS IT SUCH A DESTINY, A DESTINY?
OR IS IT JUST A GAME IN MY MIND, SHARONA?

NEVER GONNA STOP, GIVE IT UP, SUCH A DIRTY MIND
I WAS GETTING UP FROM THE TOUCH OF A YOUNGER KIND

what we need to do, Dru, is put up the words of the class song

it is SO funny...but somewhat contriversal

=/

ooh

this ig clever!

Quality of Life

An American businessman was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican
village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the
small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented
the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to
catch them. The Mexican replied, "Only a little while, Senor."

The American then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more
fish?"

The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.

The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your
time?"

The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my
children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each
evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full
and busy life, Senor."

The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You
should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat
with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats,
eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling
your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor,
eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product,
processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal
fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC
where you will run your expanding enterprise."

The Mexican fisherman asked, "But Senor, how long will this all take?"

To which the American replied, "15-20 years."

"But what then, Senor?"

The American laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is
right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the
public and become very rich, you would make millions."

"Millions, Senor? Then what?"

The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal
fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with
your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the
evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your
amigos."

awwww...thanks! *hugs back*

it wasn't me, you know...just something i received and KNEW you guys would love...