buckytom
Chef Extraordinaire
god bless you, addie.
ach, you should be the face of the song "mother machree".
cho: Sure, I love the dear silver
That shines in your hair,
And the brow that's all furrowed,
And wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers,
So toil-worn for me,
Oh, God bless you and keep you,
Mother Machree.
but seriously, god bless you, dear, from me.
go on, an' get on yer big glasses, now.
ach, you should be the face of the song "mother machree".
cho: Sure, I love the dear silver
That shines in your hair,
And the brow that's all furrowed,
And wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers,
So toil-worn for me,
Oh, God bless you and keep you,
Mother Machree.
but seriously, god bless you, dear, from me.
go on, an' get on yer big glasses, now.