A Quote by Michael T. Flynn

I could care less if someone is purple polka-dotted. — © Michael T. Flynn
I could care less if someone is purple polka-dotted.
A small speckled visitor Wearing a crimson cape Brighter than a cherry Smaller than a grape A polka-dotted someone Walking on my wall A black-hooded lady In a scarlet shawl.
I think my first bikini, I was four and it was polka dotted and I had a big belly and I looked dashing.
I don't care if you're purple. If you're making a catch or going to go down, you could be silver. I couldn't care less, if you're making those plays for the team. If you're a selfless player, nobody pays attention to that at all. White, black, silver, pink, it doesn't matter to me.
A polka-dot has the form of the sun, which is a symbol of the energy of the whole world and our living life, and also the form of the moon, which is calm. Round, soft, colourful, senseless and unknowing. Polka-dots can't stay alone; like the communicative life of people, two or three polka-dots become movement... Polka-dots are a way to infinity.
Suppose I put polka dots all over my body and then cover my background completely with polka dots. The polka dots on my body, merging with those in the background, create an optically strange scene.
I've always loved polka dots. Ah, oui. It is a joyful shape, the polka dot. It is alive.
I'm just the type of person that realizes that someone is always going to have something to say so I could care less about it.
I try to relish each of the roles I play in life. If I'm cooking dinner for the kids, I throw on my polka-dotted apron. I might don a smart blazer if I am doing a work presentation. If I play a rock show, there may indeed be glitter and fishnets involved. It's my way of saying, 'Thank you, I am glad to be here.'
Purple has always been my favorite color... but purple, when I was a little kid, was a color that boys weren't really allowed to wear. That's what all the kids at school told me. I filled my wardrobe with as much purple as I could possibly find, because who cares? Life's too short to dress by other people's rules.
My first job was in a Bohemian polka band, the Rejcek family polka band in Abbott. The old man in the band had another blacksmith shop in Abbott, but he liked me. All he had was horns and drums, and I was set up over there with my little guitar with no amps or nothing. I would play as loud as I wanted to, and nobody could hear me.
Do you like him? Ty asked. "Not that I care." "I do," I said, because it was true. Even though it didn't matter anymore. "Not that I care you don't care. Though you clearly do care, and I don't care about that either." "Well, I don't care that you don't care that I don't care. In fact i'm glad. Because, um, if I were seeming someone that I liked, I'd want you to be happy for me.""Are you seeing someone?" I asked, pretty sure he wasn't. "Not that I care.
These are people that are gonna vote for Hillary Clinton. They couldn't care less that she is sleazy. They couldn't care less that she cannot tell the truth. They couldn't care less that she exposes this nation to great risk.
Purple is my favorite color. It makes me think of spring and summer. A purple dress, eating grapes, lilacs - I love purple.
There's nothing better than that feeling of new chemistry when you're so into someone, and you could care less about what anyone else thinks... and there's butterflies! It's a real feeling that people experience.
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh.
I can care less what people say about me. If I can go to the facility, work out, play football, and go home, that's what I would do. I'm a big-time football guy. I could care less about the outside.
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