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Jun 4 11, 01:32
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APPALLED
How I wish that I was right rye-balled drunk, pissed, whatever it is now called the freedom, oh the joy makes for one happy boy but I'm dragged out for shopped, I'm 'malled' ....
Alan
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Jun 6 11, 10:41
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Mall Moods
I’d much rather be mauled than be “malled” So I get what I want or recalled Of the list from my mate. I need not expiate For my errands, done wrong, have now stalled.
When one must, to keep peace, go and shop For a wife or girlfriend who won’t stop Bring a flask, filled complete With a single malt; neat. Mood adjustment until the last drop!
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Jun 13 11, 09:23
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I should rather just lounge in a pool -- not of blood, slimy mucus or drool -- but of crystal-clear water when the weather is hotter and grandkids vacation from school.
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Jun 14 11, 15:17
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COME AND GET IT !
When grandchildren vacation from school is the time to find drool in the pool which, when missing the L leads to all sorts of hell over which scads of bugs will just drool
Alan
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Jun 14 11, 23:22
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My dear Alan... Evidently your grandkids have been raised more freely that those who're my kin, so I hope that your nets are prepared; poo begets quite a mess and a lot of chagrin.
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Jun 15 11, 16:18
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I would not care to address the "L" or lack thereof so shall meander off in another direction.
When you lounge in the pool on hot days With blue water reflecting the rays You need slimy white gunk Covering face and trunk And legs too so you won’t be ablaze
and one which developed from an old joke:
Once a lass of Teutonic descent Had one leg shorter to the extent That when she had to scale A small hill, she did well To walk counter-clockwise for ascent
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Jun 16 11, 09:30
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Dear Larry,
I'm afraid I cannot let you get away with mis-assigning the nationality of the most famous odd-length-legged creature in all of God's creation :
The haggis is a verra peculiar creature with one notable, irregular feature It's right legs are shorter it can only be caught - err, counter-clockwise, by a sporran-wearing preacher
Alan
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Jun 16 11, 10:02
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Alan, I've never heard of such a creature. Besides, the Lass in question had a shorter left leg.
What a creature! Is there such a beast who must start walking West to go East. If its mind it should change Could its route rearrange So that chance of arrival increased?
I think the preacher may have been in his cups while chasing this creature.
It seems strange to me that Haggis had Any legs, lest the Scotsman went mad When he chopped entrails in To a round sausage skin, Cooked within a stomach that went Baaaaaa-ad
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Jun 16 11, 16:18
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Dear Larry,
Aaarrrrrgggg ! Touche'd twice !
Will attempt to respond, or may leave it to Daniel !
Love Alan
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Jun 16 11, 18:32
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Going back just a few!
You'll notice there's no 'p' in my 'ool, I keep it quite clean and cool, so don't you begin he said with a grin. Keep your pee in your tool.
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Jun 16 11, 23:30
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Just a few? There is "No Going Back"! Unless you would consider a track From a song of light rock By Coppin with Acock. Not much talent but they had the knack.
and furthermore...
Though I thought I had steered us away From the excrement and "P" display Steve went back, "just a few" Brought up pee but not poo "P", "C", "T", "L" with diphthong. "O" kay?
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Jun 19 11, 06:40
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BATS AND KNACKS
For mild rock I don't have the knack those Carpenters can sing only "Quack"; gimme heady "Meatloaf" sound in which bats and hell abound and not easy-listening light snack
Alan
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Jun 19 11, 12:56
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I can see by the dim dashboard lights The term “mild rock” has two aural plights; There’s no rock! It‘s fiction… And a contradiction. Like “Musak” on a lift, that sound bites.
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Jun 19 11, 13:05
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KASUM v. MUSAK
A theory that has really been proved is for people who've never been "grooved" Musak is balm for the ears of those tone-deaf, who've no fears of responding, or even being moved ....
Alan
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Jun 21 11, 14:11
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Lullabies lull a baby to sleep Symphonies simply please but won’t keep But a riff or a word From a rock song you heard In the 80’s can still make you weep.
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Jul 6 11, 08:24
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There's no music more kind to the feet than Lim'rickin' once you've the beat... but alas some of us have tripped off the bus or white-folk dance.... Best take a seat!
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Jul 6 11, 13:46
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Do they dance or march to different drums? Is their beat incomplete; merely crumbs scattered out to and fro? Perhaps they just don’t know ditty dum ditty dum ditty dums.
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Jul 6 11, 16:45
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Different drums, but same saxes, trombones as maestro musicality hones inspiration's lacking since boyfriend sent packing now he tunes in to his own cojones
Alan
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Jul 6 11, 22:55
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There are instruments, normal and odd which a maestro controls with a nod but when saxes would play with trombones, he'd belay any repercussions with his rod.
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Jul 8 11, 09:20
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Repercussions will come if his rod steers his brain so he cannot hear God whisper gently, Just one... and with her you'll have fun and raise children to help bust the sod.
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