Your tread must be light and sure, as though your path were upon rice paper. It is said, a Shaolin priest can walk through walls. Looked for, he can not be seen. Listened for, he can not be heard. Touched, can not be felt. This rice paper is the test. Fragile as the wings of the dragonfly, clinging as the cocoon of the silk worm. When you can walk its length and leave no trace. You will have learned.<\/p>\n
Making the world a better place, starts with one more smiling face. And Ronald’s smile is just the thing, To make everybody sing! Put a smile on, put a smile on, everybody come on! Put a smile on!<\/p>\n
People let me tell you ’bout my best friend, he’s a warm-hearted person who\u2019ll love me till the end. People let me tell you ’bout my best friend, he’s a one boy cuddly toy, my up, my down, my pride and joy. People let me tell you ’bout him he’s so much fun whether we\u2019re talkin’ man to man or whether we\u2019re talking son to son. Cause he\u2019s my best friend. Yes he’s my best friend.<\/p>\n
There once was a story about a man who could turn invisible. I thought it was only a story… until it happened to me. Ok, so here’s how it works: there’s this stuff called Quicksilver that can bend light. Some scientist made it into a synthetic gland, and that’s where I came in. See, I was facing life in prison and they were looking for a human experiment. So, we made a deal. They put the gland in my brain; I walk free. The operation was a success… but that’s where everything started to go wrong.<\/p>\n
We got a right to pick a little fight, Bonanza! If anyone fights anyone of us, he’s gotta fight with me! We’re not a one to saddle up and run, Bonanza! Anyone of us who starts a little fuss knows he can count on me! One for four, four for one, this we guarantee. We got a right to pick a little fight, Bonanza! If anyone fights anyone of us he’s gotta fight with me!<\/p>\n
Moon over Parma, bring my love to me tonight. Guide her to Cleveland, underneath your silvery light. We’re going bowlin’ so don’t lose her in Solon. Moon over Parma, tonight!<\/p>\n
Doc Bruce Banner, pelted by gamma rays, turned into the Hulk – ain’t he unglamorous! Wreckin’ the town with the power of a bull, Ain’t no monster cause who is that lovable? It’s ever-lovin’ Hulk!…Hulk! Hulk!<\/p>\n
Wally Gator is a swinging alligator in the swamp. He’s the greatest percolator when he really starts to romp. There has never been a greater operator in the swamp. See ya later, Wally Gator.<\/p>\n
My bologna has a first name, it’s O-s-c-a-r. My bologna has a second name, it’s M-e-y-e-r. Oh, I love to eat it every day, and if you ask me why, I’ll say: ‘cuz Oscar Meyer has a way with b-o-l-o-g-n-a. How’s that?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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