hi shotgun
did you ever know the schultz's or slaneff's?
they were bigtime into hunting in my area
wendy
by iiz2cool 61 Replies latest jw friends
hi shotgun
did you ever know the schultz's or slaneff's?
they were bigtime into hunting in my area
wendy
Nuffin really, Just got tired of signing my name, so I shortenend it. The name stuck at work. It's better sometimes to choose your own nick, than have one picked for you.
smack
Steve Mackintosh
not hiding from anyone
Prisca = the Latin version of Priscilla, my real name.
I picked it many years ago for another DB. "Priscilla" was already taken, so I chose something that was still close to my name but unusual at the same time.
I am a little bitter about the organisation and how it stole my childhood, but I do have a few sweet memories. Hence, bittersweet.
HEY, HEY!!
From a Bob Dylan song (note particularly the last verse):
Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again
Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block. I'd ask him what the matter was But I know that he don't talk. And the ladies treat me kindly And furnish me with tape, But deep inside my heart I know I can't escape. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley With his pointed shoes and his bells, Speaking to some French girl, Who says she knows me well. And I would send a message To find out if she's talked, But the post office has been stolen And the mailbox is locked. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Mona tried to tell me To stay away from the train line. She said that all the railroad men Just drink up your blood like wine. An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that, But then again, there's only one I've met An' he just smoked my eyelids An' punched my cigarette." Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Grandpa died last week And now he's buried in the rocks, But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked. But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he'd lost control When he built a fire on Main Street And shot it full of holes. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the senator came down here Showing ev'ryone his gun, Handing out free tickets To the wedding of his son. An' me, I nearly got busted An' wouldn't it be my luck To get caught without a ticket And be discovered beneath a truck. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the preacher looked so baffled When I asked him why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines Stapled to his chest. But he cursed me when I proved it to him, Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide. You see, you're just like me, I hope you're satisfied." Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the rainman gave me two cures, Then he said, "Jump right in." The one was Texas medicine, The other was just railroad gin. An' like a fool I mixed them An' it strangled up my mind, An' now people just get uglier An' I have no sense of time. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. When Ruthie says come see her In her honky-tonk lagoon, Where I can watch her waltz for free 'Neath her Panamanian moon. An' I say, "Aw come on now, You must know about my debutante." An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need But I know what you want." Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the bricks lay on Grand Street Where the neon madmen climb. They all fall there so perfectly, It all seems so well timed. An' here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. |
Copyright © 1966; renewed 1994 Dwarf Music |
When I finally got out of the WTS, I'd have paid nearly any price to get out of going through all those things twice.
Just what it says MOUTHY!!! thats me... But I am not hiding either Grace Gough is my name-
As the Brothers used to tell me "Grace I wish you would think before you speak instead of speaking before you think..." I guess if I had ever learned to do that -I would be able to thank them for two things.But since I never mastered it-I can just thank them for me quitting smoking......
When I first posted here, I didn't want to reveal my real name. So I chose this name. When I was in high school, there was a girl who would sometimes accidentally call me maxwell. She wasn't being mean or rude, it only happened a few times and she was a good friend of mine for the most part and I kind of like the name, but not enough to change my real name. My real name is Manuel. See the both have the same first two letters and the last syllables sound the same.
I always find it intersting when these threads appear, and they do sem to show up every month or so, but so many new ones ( i can't beleive I used that expression) newbies have joined since the last one, that it is always fascinating to hear the explanations behind the alias.
Walter WOW, I would never have guessed. Many if not most of us had that holier than thou attitude, while we were members of the Pharisees JW's.
Most here know mine, though I still get PM's asking if it refers to vitamins or bombers
xjw_b12 ex jehovah's witness.... be one too !