Your first picture kicked off a line from a Police song, "Synchronicity II," in my head: "Every single meeting with his so-called superior / Is a humiliating kick in the crotch."
-- david ================================= Another working day has ended Only the rush hour hell to face Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance He knows that something somewhere has to break He sees the family home now looming in the headlights The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache Many miles away There's a shadow on the door Of a cottage on the shore Of a dark Scottish lake Many miles away, many miles away
So I'm staying under my bed all day today.
Your first picture kicked off a line from a Police song, "Synchronicity II," in my head: "Every single meeting with his so-called superior / Is a humiliating kick in the crotch."
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Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away
There's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away, many miles away
I wish there wasn't such a thing as sympathy pain? Ouch.
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I had more sports pictures , and ouch is probably too mild