tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60558021915767887282011-05-02T08:18:31.400-07:00Girrr1http://www.blogger.com/profile/12695457712530296440noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6055802191576788728.post-47481942848381489242011-05-02T07:59:00.000-07:002011-05-02T07:59:38.560-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TwTocVhoUA/Tb7G0qmGDAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7a2rhiS1czQ/s1600/124705564265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TwTocVhoUA/Tb7G0qmGDAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7a2rhiS1czQ/s320/124705564265.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Another big night down the drain, after a few bottles of beer and one big bottle of whiskey. I found myself asking the same questions again, why work? Osama worked and he was a hated man. Soldiers work but are quickly forgotten. Normal people making the world go round are even quicker to escape the minds of everyone after passing. I would say lets topple the system we have and restart fresh and hopefully get it right, but too many people are comfy with this sedative life style. Cheap products and high pay is what we seem to want. I just don't understand it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6055802191576788728-4748194284838148924?l=girlongirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Girrr1http://www.blogger.com/profile/12695457712530296440noreply@blogger.com0