AND THIS MEANS I GOT NO SCHOOL BECAUSE
Btw, RB means paradise building. Paradise...
This is the second coming of the return of the rise of the revivial of the resurrection of the... Okay, you should be getting the drift by now.
The Fool is the card of infinite possibilities. The bag on the staff indicates that he has all he need to do or be anything he wants, he has only to stop and unpack. He is on his way to a brand new beginning. But the card carries a little bark of warning as well. Stop daydreaming and fantasising and watch your step, lest you fall and end up looking the fool.
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One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car (a Grand Caravan) along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the road in distress. Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help.
There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle. Soon they were driving along delivering the toys.
Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident. Only one of them survived the accident.
Who was the survivor? (Scroll down for the answer.)
The perfect woman survived. She's the only one who really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man.
Women stop reading here, that is the end of the joke.
Men keep scrolling****.
So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the perfect woman must have been driving. This explains why there was a car accident.
By the way, if you're a woman and you're reading this, this illustrates another point: women never listen.
The Soldiering Life LyricsArtist(Band):The Decemberists
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Ambling madly all over the town
The call to arms you liken to a whisper,I liken to a radio.
You were a brickbat, a bowery tuff, so rough
They culled you from a cartoon
Pulled out of your pantaloons.
But you,My brother in arms,
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm.
But you ,My bombazine doll,
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall.
But I,I never felt so much life
Than tonightHuddled in the trenches,
Gazing on the battle field,Our rifles blaze away;
We blaze away.
Corporal Bradley of regiment five
In proud array standing by the bathing
Soldiers and the stevedores.
We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civies
Cradled in our dungarees.
But you,My brother in arms,I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm.
But you,My bombazine doll,The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall.
But I,I never felt so much life
Than tonight
Huddled in the trenches,Gazing on the battle field
Our rifles blaze away;We blaze away.We blaze away.We blaze away.
Finally, a bloody song that sings good things about war.