I am being tortured!!!!!!!!!!

by Jesika 20 Replies latest jw friends

  • Shutterbug


    You know I love you, but your school housin is lackin. The fellow playing the music is obviously well educated and refined. You need to listen more to gain an appreciation of the finer things of life. Beer in copious amounts sometimes will help. Anyway, if you dicide to throw away the mans music, throw it my way. Bug

  • Jesika

    [email protected] mouthy and bug

    I didn't say I didn't like country music, but sheesh, he was playing the "tear in my beer" stuff. I can only take so much.

    Oh, and bug, I can't throw it away, he was downloading it.

  • Elsewhere

    Start asking him to go out and buy feminine hygiene products... it's the lease a houseguest can do ya know.

    Oh, and tell him that since he will be out anyway, your BF could use a new supply of Magnum condoms.

  • Jesika

    LOL @ elsewhere

    Hey btw what's a condom??? LOL j/k

  • TheStar

    Hey Jes, old country songs like this one?

    The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind and he was willin' to make a deal.
    When he came across this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
    And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said, "Boy let me tell ya what.
    "I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too
    "And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
    "Now you play pretty good fiddle boy, but give the devil his due,
    I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."

    The boy said, "My names Johnny, and it might be a sin,
    "But I'll take your bet - your gonna regret
    'cause i'm the best that's ever been!"

    Johnny rosin up your bow an' play your fiddle hard
    'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia an' the devil deals the cards.
    And if you win you'll get this shiney fiddle made of gold,
    but if you lose the devil gets your soul!

    The devil opened up his case, and he said "I'll start this show,"
    And fire flew from his finger tips as he rosined up his bow.
    And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss,
    Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded somthing like this:


    When the devil finished Johnny said,
    "Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
    "But set right in that chair right there
    and let me show you how it's done!"


    Fire On The Mountain,
    Run Boys Run!
    Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun,
    The Chicken in the Bread Pan Peckin' Out Dough,
    Granny Does Your Dog Bite, No Child, No!

    The devil bowed his head, 'cause he knew that he'd been beat,
    And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet
    Johnny said, "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again,
    "I done told you once you son of a gun
    I'm the best there's ever been!

    And he played

    Fire On The Mountain, Run Boys Run! Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun, The
    Chicken in the Bread Pan Picken Out Dough,
    Granny Will Your Dog Bite, No Child, No!

    LOL! Sorry I couldn't help myself.

  • Jesika

    [email protected]

    Sh*t that would have been a welcomed onr considering the ones I was being forced to listen to.

  • Big Tex
    Big Tex

    Ask him if he's got "Drop Kick Me Jesus" by Bobby Bare.

  • CoonDawg

    "If it don't hurt, it ain't country."

    How about "Don't bite the d*ck that f*cks you, honey" by David Allen Coe

    or how about this one?

    She’s hard to get started,

    She’s always so cold.

    In the mornings I find her,

    She’s lookin’ so old.

    So many miles,

    I’ve been down that road once or twice.

    She’s not much to look at

    When we ride through town.

    But I know when the chips fall,

    She won’t let me down.

    She gets around,

    But she don’t run around on her man.

    She’s a High Flyin’ lady,

    She takes me where I want to be.

    There’s no other woman

    Standin’ between her and me

    I’ll always be faithful

    And keep her til’ the end of time.

    God knows I’ll always love

    That old panhead of mine.

    Well, I’ve seen fancy dressers

    And they’ve caught my eye.

    I’ve rode ‘em to ride ‘em

    Then told them goodbye.

    I’ve flirted with Lowriders

    Sportsters and shovelheads too.

    She’s a high flyin’ lady

    She takes me where I want to be.

    There’s no other woman

    Standing between her and me.

    I’ll always be faithful,

    And keep her ‘til the end of time.

    God knows that I’ll always

    Love that old panhead of mine.

    You might think I’m crazy but

    I love that panhead of mine.

    that one is for all you hog enthusiests.


    (of the "I love classic rock AND classic country!" class)

  • Fire Dragon
    Fire Dragon

    Poor Jesika!!!

    Now it is the next day and the torture is over....I hope.


  • LyinEyes

    Jesika , some of that stuff is great music. I am not a big Bill Monroe fan but I do appreciate other newer bluegrass singers. The Cox family, who appeared on the movie, "Where Arth Thy Brother ", with George Clooney, were the singing family , singing the old time bluegrass,.... the are from our home town of Cotton Valley, Louisiana and went to school with Denny. Now their kin and children go to school there with our son Jake. They are great people , the most humble down to earth folks you will ever meet,,,,,,, they do alot of charity singing too.

    Eleswhere, Willie is the Man!!!!!!!!! I know he is kind of like that Bob Dylan thing, not the most wonderful voice you have ever heard , but unique and you would know him from anyone eles. Plus Willie is a great writer too, and of course the hole in his guitar, makes that one of a kind sound.

    Now you give Mr. Willie his propers!!!!!!!!!

    Listening to the radio in the truck, I flip thru the sations and now I find things that used to be considered strickly southern rock,being played all the time on the classic country stations. Like the Eagles, Bob Segar, CCR, etc.

    I love the southern rock too, I love music of all kinds from rap to the Rhapsody.

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