A 93-year-old woman who was particularly despondent over the recent death of her husband, decided that she would just kill herself and join him in death. Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, she took out his old Army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart since it was badly broken anyway. Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and a burden to someone, she called her doctor's office to inquire exactly where the heart would be on a woman. The doctor said, "Your heart would be just below your left breast." Later that night , she was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to her knee.
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You, on your knees...
Some call me the Dark Lord, you can call me Master...
Some take delight in the carriages a rollin' and others take delight in the Hurley and the Bowlin', I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty lasses in the mornin' bright and early...
You, on your knees...
Some call me the Dark Lord, you can call me Master...
Some take delight in the carriages a rollin' and others take delight in the Hurley and the Bowlin', I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty lasses in the mornin' bright and early...
I don't think you need to worry too much about that.
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You, on your knees...
Some call me the Dark Lord, you can call me Master...
Some take delight in the carriages a rollin' and others take delight in the Hurley and the Bowlin', I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty lasses in the mornin' bright and early...
You, on your knees...
Some call me the Dark Lord, you can call me Master...
Some take delight in the carriages a rollin' and others take delight in the Hurley and the Bowlin', I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty lasses in the mornin' bright and early...
