Sorry did not mean to differ: some translations say, "Bare," some say, "Bald." Therefore, you can say you have a piece (Of music) named for you.Originally Posted by homintern
BTW: One of 'those' rings was the only wedding band I ever had!...And the cheap SOB gave me an imitation (Unborn naugahide.) leather one! Not that I should complain: it was a double-ring ceremony--But mine had to be cut off: he was even to cheap to spring for one with snaps!...But he was a ten: divorce number ten. I dumped the other twenty-two. In South Dakota. A long drive but there's a lot of deep pits there.
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Smiles, I didn't claim credit for Buttcrack Mountain--And, yes, nothing is sacred. Umm...Hedda?... Hedda who?
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There was an earlier gay cowboy movie--But maybe one had to be gay to spot the relationship between John Wayne & Montgomery Clift in Red River. (Though it's been told, those who worked with them spoted the off-screen 'goings on.')
A gay mag (Advocate?) ran an article claiming Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid were lovers--But after seeing their photos the first thing that came to mind was, 'Love would have to be blind!'
And then you turn the page--And there's a photo of the real-life Emma! Suddenly the story wasn't so ludicrous: that old broad could cook naked in a logging camp full of serial rapists!