Who is the tall, dark stranger there?
Ridin' the trail to who knows where,
Luck is his companion, Gamblin' is his game.
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Why, whut a trustworthy face! Dunnit look at all like ennyone who would flip flop, ri'?
Posted by: actor212 | April 05, 2007 at 11:06 AM
ya, I tried to find the most psycho picture I could that would fit on James Garners head.
Posted by: Frederick | April 05, 2007 at 12:09 PM
Nice work, Frederick. I bet he'll fly straight to Bob Jones University on that new $60 Baghdad rug he purchased.
Posted by: Comandante Agi | April 05, 2007 at 10:11 PM
Now if that were Guiliani, he'ld be singing "Happy Tails To You."
Posted by: mandt | April 06, 2007 at 04:53 PM
riverboat ring your bell!
fare thee well, anna belle!
luck is the lady that he loves the best!
natches to new orleans,
livin' on jacks and queens,
maverick is a legend of the west!
Posted by: skippy | April 24, 2007 at 07:50 PM