Merlot Fights Back! with Chris Phelps, winemaker for Swanson Vinyards, Napa Valley, California, and Stuart Harrison, VP and General Manager. Music by Paul Oakenfold: Password.Wine consultants for Lauber Imports attending the Merlot event are Adrian Chalk, Nathan Frailing, Harvey Savadsky, and Paolo Grieco. There are no members of the KGB in this video.Event held on April 25, 2006 at the International Wine Center in New York City. Mary Ewing-Mulligan is the president and author of many wine books, most notably "Wine for Dummies".Produced by Wine Arts Studio for Morristown Film Studios. All Rights Reserved.
"God Shuffled His Feet" is a song by Canadian folk-rock group Crash Test Dummies and was the fourth and final single from their 1993 album God Shuffled His Feet.LYRICSAfter seven daysHe was quite tired so God said:"Let there be a dayJust for picnics, with wine and bread"He gathered up some people he had madeCreated blankets and laid back in the shadeThe people sipped their wineAnd what with God there, they asked him questionsLike: do you have to eatOr get your hair cut in heaven?And if your eye got poked out in this lifeWould it be waiting up in heaven with your wife?God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;The people cleared their throats and stared right back at himSo he said:"Once there was a boyWho woke up with blue hairTo him it was a joyUntil he ran out into the warm airHe thought of how his friends would come to see;And would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;The people cleared their throats and stared right back at himThe people sat waitingOut on their blankets in the gardenBut God said nothingSo someone asked him: "I beg your pardon:I'm not quite clear about what you just spokeWas that a parable, or a very subtle joke?"God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
Dancehall for Dummies at Tantalizing Tuesdays at Oxygen featuring Onkore Sound included the return of the Dutty Wine Contest. This took place on Tuesday October 3, 2006 at Oxygen in Coconut Grove in Miami. Log onto www.maddhott.com, the number one party spot online.
If your girlfriend's daughter has been murdered (as is the case in Death Wish 4), get revenge the Charles Bronson way--splash 'em in the face with seltzer and detonate a bomb inside a wine bottle. Also, make sure to notice the dummies sitting in the actors' places at the 0:41-42 mark.
Manajahs Music Culture - CanadaArtists:- Canada National Anthem (O Canada) / (French & English)- Crash Test Dummies- Anne Murray- Nickelback- Bruce Cockburn- April Wine- The Band- Shania Twain- Billy Talent- Avril Lavigne- Nelly Furtado- Rush- Paul Anka- La Bolduc- Oscar Peterson- Hank Snow- Wilf Carter- La Bottine Souriante- Alanis Morissette- Céline Dion- Bryan Adams- Neil Young- The Guess Who- Sarah McLachlan
DVD-RIP/1994/Ready to Diewww.notoriousonline.com"To all the ladies in the place with style and graceAllow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushesWho rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find meThe back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind meMad question askin, blunt passin, music blastinBut I just can't quitBecause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep withSleep with, keep the ep a secret why notWhy blow up my spot cause we both got hotNow check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bedBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needyNo need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz'sC-notes by the layers, true fuckin playersJump in the Rover and come overtell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Two]Straight up honey really I'm askinMost of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actinWho they attractin with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign"?Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behindAnd ask what your interests are, "who you be with"?Things to make you smile, what numbers to dialYou gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crewYou go call your crewWe can rendezvou at the bar around twoPlans to leave, throw the keys to Lil CeasePull the truck up, front, and roll up the next bluntSo we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my bellyA t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grapeConversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' doWhat we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuueee)Forget the telly we just go to the criband watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Three](How ya livin Biggie Smallz?) In mansion and Benz'sGivin ends to my friends and it feels stupendousTremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream (whaat)Still tote gats strapped with infrared beamsChoppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo'sMoney hoes and clothes all a nigga knowsA foolish pleasure, whateverI had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measureHowever living better now, Gucci sweater nowDrop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend(Honey check it, (check it)Tell your friends, to get with my friends (your freinds)And we can be friendsShit we can do this every weekend (that's right)Aight? Is that aight with you?Yeah... keep bangin)[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Biggie Ad libin']Uhh, Check it out,94 shit for that ass,Uhh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A., represent baby bay-bay!Uhh!"
[Intro]Uh, uh, check it outJunior M.A.F.I.A., uh, um(i like this, yeah)Uh, yeah, 94'[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse One]To all the ladies in the place with style and graceAllow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushesWho rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find meThe back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind meMad question askin, blunt passin, music blastinBut I just can't quitBecause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep withSleep with, keep the ep a secret why notWhy blow up my spot cause we both got hotNow check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bedBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needyNo need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz'sC-notes by the layers, true fuckin playersJump in the Rover and come overtell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Two]Straight up honey really I'm askinMost of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actinWho they attractin with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign"?Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behindAnd ask what your interests are, "who you be with"?Things to make you smile, what numbers to dialYou gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crewYou go call your crewWe can rendezvou at the bar around twoPlans to leave, throw the keys to Lil CeasePull the truck up, front, and roll up the next bluntSo we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my bellyA t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grapeConversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' doWhat we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuueee)Forget the telly we just go to the criband watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Three](How ya livin Biggie Smallz?) In mansion and Benz'sGivin ends to my friends and it feels stupendousTremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream (whaat)Still tote gats strapped with infrared beamsChoppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo'sMoney hoes and clothes all a nigga knowsA foolish pleasure, whateverI had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measureHowever living better now, Gucci sweater nowDrop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend(Honey check it, (check it)Tell your friends, to get with my friends (your freinds)And we can be friendsShit we can do this every weekend (that's right)Aight? Is that aight with you?Yeah... keep bangin)[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Biggie Ad libin']Uhh, Check it out,My full shit, for that ass,Uhh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls,Junior M.A.F.I.A., represent baby bay-bay!Uhh!
Biggie - Big Poppa[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse One]To all the ladies in the place with style and graceAllow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushesWho rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find meThe back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind meMad question askin, blunt passin, music blastinBut I just can't quitBecause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep withSleep with, keep the ep a secret why notWhy blow up my spot cause we both got hotNow check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bedBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needyNo need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz'sC-notes by the layers, true f**kin playersJump in the Rover and come overtell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up theplaceCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Two]Straight up honey really I'm askinMost of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actinWho they attractin with that line, "What's your name, what'syour sign"?Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behindAnd ask what your interests are, "who you be with"?Things to make you smile, what numbers to dialYou gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crewYou go call your crewWe can rendezvou at the bar around twoPlans to leave, throw the keys to Lil CeasePull the truck up, front, and roll up the next bluntSo we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my bellyA t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grapeConversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' doWhat we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuueee)Forget the telly we just go to the criband watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up theplaceCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Three](How ya livin Biggie Smallz?) In mansion and Benz'sGivin ends to my friends and it feels stupendousTremendous cream, f**k a dollar and a dream (whaat)Still tote gats strapped with infrared beamsChoppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo'sMoney hoes and clothes all a nigga knowsA foolish pleasure, whateverI had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measureHowever living better now, Gucci sweater nowDrop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend(Honey check it, (check it)Tell your friends, to get with my friends (your freinds)And we can be friendsShit we can do this every weekend (that's right)Aight? Is that aight with you?Yeah... keep bangin)[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up theplaceCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Biggie Ad libin']Uhh, Check it out,My full shit, for that ass,Uhh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls,Junior M.A.F.I.A., represent baby bay-bay!Uhh!
Lyrics :[Intro]Uh, uh, check it outJunior M.A.F.I.A., uh, um(i like this, yeah)Uh, yeah, 94'[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse One]To all the ladies in the place with style and graceAllow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushesWho rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find meThe back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind meMad question askin, blunt passin, music blastinBut I just can't quitBecause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep withSleep with, keep the ep a secret why notWhy blow up my spot cause we both got hotNow check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bedBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needyNo need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz'sC-notes by the layers, true fuckin playersJump in the Rover and come overtell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Two]Straight up honey really I'm askinMost of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actinWho they attractin with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign"?Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behindAnd ask what your interests are, "who you be with"?Things to make you smile, what numbers to dialYou gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crewYou go call your crewWe can rendezvou at the bar around twoPlans to leave, throw the keys to Lil CeasePull the truck up, front, and roll up the next bluntSo we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my bellyA t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grapeConversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' doWhat we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuueee)Forget the telly we just go to the criband watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Three](How ya livin Biggie Smallz?) In mansion and Benz'sGivin ends to my friends and it feels stupendousTremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream (whaat)Still tote gats strapped with infrared beamsChoppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo'sMoney hoes and clothes all a nigga knowsA foolish pleasure, whateverI had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measureHowever living better now, Gucci sweater nowDrop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend(Honey check it, (check it)Tell your friends, to get with my friends (your freinds)And we can be friendsShit we can do this every weekend (that's right)Aight? Is that aight with you?Yeah... keep bangin)[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Biggie Ad libin']Uhh, Check it out,My full shit, for that ass,Uhh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls,Junior M.A.F.I.A., represent baby bay-bay!Uhh!
Verse One: To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin But I just can't quit Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players Jump in the Rover and come over tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree Chorus: [I love it when you call me big pop-pa] Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player [I love it when you call me big pop-pa] To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies [I love it when you call me big pop-pa] If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby Bay-bee Verse Two: Straight up honey really I'm askin Most of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actin Who they attractin with that line, "What's your name what's your sign" Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind And ask what your interests are, who you be with Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew You go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around two Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right boo [truuuueee] Forget the telly we just go to the crib and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me Chorus Verse Three: [How ya livin Biggie Smallz] In mansion and Benz's Givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Choppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo's Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows A foolish pleasure, whatever I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure However living better now, Gucci sweater now Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend [Honey check it Tell your friends, to get with my friends And we can be friends Shit we can do this every weekend Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah... keep bangin] Chorus
[B.I.G.] + (Puffy)Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mmm)Uhh (I like this)Yes, yes! Nine-fo' (keep bangin [B.I.G.] + (Puffy)Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mmm)Uhh (I like this)Yes, yes! Nine-fo' (keep bangin)[Verse One]To all the ladies in the place with style and graceAllow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushesWho rock grooves and make moves with all the mommiesThe back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find meThe back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind meMad question askin, blunt passin, music blastinBut I just can't quitCause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep withSleep with, keep the ep a secret why notWhy blow up my spot cause we both got hotNow check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bedBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needyNo need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz'sC-notes by the layers, true fuckin playersJump in the Rover and come overtell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby; bay-bee[Verse Two]Straight up honey really I'm askinMost of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actinWho they attractin with that line, "What's your name what's your sign?"Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behindAnd ask what your interests are, who you be withThings to make you smile, what numbers to dialYou gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crewYou go call your crewWe can rendezvous at the bar around twoPlans to leave, throw the keys to Lil CeasePull the truck up, front, and roll up the next bluntSo we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my bellyA t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grapeConversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' doWhat we came to do, ain't that right boo [truuuueee]Forget the telly we just go to the criband watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me[Chorus][Verse Three](How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benz'sGivin ends to my friends and it feels stupendousTremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dreamStill tote gats strapped with infrared beamsChoppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo'sMoney hoes and clothes all a nigga knowsA foolish pleasure, whateverI had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measureHowever living better now, Coogi sweater nowDrop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend[Puff Daddy]Honey check itTell your friends, to get with my friendsAnd we can be friendsShit we can do this every weekendAight? Is that aight with you?Yeah... keep bangin[Chorus][Notorious B.I.G.]Uh, check it outNine-fo' shit for dat assPuff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.ARepresent baby BAY-BAY! Uhh
Since this is my fav video and it's Bulgarian and i desided to upload it with lyrics (english):--------------Is the topic about those girlsI know them, the one's very uneducatedHe disposes with personal phonesonce upon a time he took all of my coins. ( coin for public phones)Be silent, cause daddy's watching backstreet boysI've bought "Carelia" (that's greek brand of slim woman's ciguarettes)She's naughty and loves backs naked (literaly)"Wait cause I liked a pair of sandals in the Mall"Lover boy! - A bit slowly and the things are going close to fight"And because of what you've lied to me, that the Cayenne's yours"Wow - wow, i was about to take Pesho's ClibraBut he told me a bloody number And what'up, yours don't wanna touch youCome baby ya clip's awesomeTell me where in you goes the sand from the beachLet's produce some news for "Bliasak" / "Brilliance"(That's a bulgarian gossip magazine)Can't praise what happenedLora: I'll spread too much and I'll become too rudeSo much that I can receive a summons That they've became too horny in ya villageShe says to me: "i'm drinking only white wine, dude."Take the SLK, come to Cocoa beachSongs, dances, drunk "dummies"What a circus. What a m***tHow fast the horns grew up.Gimme a ciguarette, I'mma f**k you, what a starWow, wow, what happened?!? Tell me what happened!Bastard what happened?!? come say what happened?There aren't money, there aren't, there aren't money!I'm not going to take a Bentley soonA quiet Jameson (Whisky)Wlado Kuzow (You don't wanna know about that person, really) and Michael JacksonMissis, save ya kid, Cause I'mma from the "Protecting the ass" agencyMa fan asks me what is the happinessThe club's boss says: Is Galya with ya?Nope, shall I take shall I take room number four.Tell me honestly did ya'll eve f**ked that girl?Bathsuits, Bars (It's not actually a bar, but a restaurant look - alike, but with folklore motives), skiin with girlsDrebolii (Дреболии / Drebolii are parts of the animals like intestines, kidneys, and such things that are cutted in small peaces, and then cooked (which I find digusting, but some people aodore it.) by Kasapian ( A way of prepareing Dreboliite)In the village showed me karateIn "Albena (That's a bulgarian Sea resort), the played me Cheileitano(A singer, Italian i belive)Shall we abuse the Gratuated girlCall her to figure out her gradeShe wanna see the lil buddy grow upmaybe again she argued with a teacherAnd what, is that guy in business trip again?The life's bloody ****ed one, brother"Sea of love"(That's a Bulgarian talk show) or fencing? (ha-ha)Come to the WC to sing me 3 in 1If u wanna we can make a seaCmmon call me tomorrow, something a coffe (Wanna go drink a cofee)Gobble it gently cause it's famous**** off his, mine is NestleSongs, dances, drunk "dummies"What a circus. What a m***tHow fast the horns grew up.Gimme a ciguarette, I'mma f**k you, what a starWow, wow, what happened?!? Tell me what happened!Bastard what happened?!? come say what happened?There aren't money, there aren't, there aren't money!I'm not going to take a Bentley soon
