Posted on 09/19/2008 9:11:12 AM PDT by awildanimal
GEORGE BUSH IS EVIL!!! CONSERVATIVES ARE EVIL!!!! CONSERVATIVES ARE STEALING FOOD AND MONEY FROM BABIES AND CHILDREN AND GIVING THEN TO RICH RACIST NAZIS IN GOVNERMENT!! THEY ARE STARTING HOLOCAUSTS AGAINST MINORITES WOMEN AND THE POOR!! THEY HATE THE POOR AND TAKE FROM THEM AND GIVE IT TO THE RICH!!! CONSERVATIVES ARE NAZIS!! MY SISTER HAS A HIGH IQ!~!! CONSERVAITIVES ARE BOMBING CHILDREN IN IRAK AND IRAN!! THEY ARE KILLING BABIES BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT WHITE AND RICH LIKE THE CONSERVATIVES ARE!!! THEY ARE ALL RACIST AND EVIL!!
Would you care for a dish?
Getting a bit much with the two of us hacking away here — I’m going to lie down for a bit.
(using an old story tell voice) I remember way back one year while the hills still had some green to them, they turn green you know with the spring rain. Well we had a veracious Santa Ana while scorching hot winds. We we lived in the slums of Camarillo at the time and we were surround by hills. Only about a quarter of the house had a swimming pool. You could tell there was a fire about by the moving heading into the hill to pack the rich folks. All the the horses leaving town. The smoke and the flames covering some of the hills also helped. Well there was the one hill that had mostly grass that was still green. We just stood there in awl and watched the hill change color as the fire approached. Green to yellow green to tan to flame to black. Ever since then I can not bear bare? to watch grass grown.
Oooooohhhhh! That looks so GOOD!
I’ll definitely have to check around (by phone) and see if anyone has any pumpkin ice cream. I’m getting to the point now where I’m starting to really WANT the stuff! LOL!
Thanks! That will keep my tongue happy for a few minutes!
Feel better soon! That’s an order! If you want.... ;o]
Don’t ask me about paint drying!
Not bad.
‘Minds me of the time I saw a horse fly.
There used to be a rounded mountain in the foothills where we lived as kids. Because of the shape of it, it was called “Mary’s Nipple.”
When I went home, the mound was still there, but the big pine tree that had formed the “nipple” had been burned in a fire a year before, so the entire mound was barren. Somehow, without the green, it looked just like a boob.
What a burn.
A tree bark?
Maybe a dogwood.
Silicone?
This was like a BOOB! Those look like silicone balls with nubs.
How about jumbo shrimp?
I’m gone!
Tomorrow!
Shoulda had belly dancers.
*\;-)
I was upon my roof on a nice clear day only light winds here thinking about the song. There is a whole in my bucket dear liza. Wasn’t the a roof version of this.
Theres a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza!
Theres a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole!
Then mend it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry!
Then mend it dear Henry, dear Henry, mend it!
With what shall I mend it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I mend it, dear Liza, with what?
With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry!
With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, a straw!
But the straw is too long, dear Liza, dear Liza!
But the straw is too long, dear Liza, too long!
Then cut it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry!
Then cut it, dear Henry, dear Henry, cut it!
With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, with what?
With a knife, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry!
With a knife, dear Henry, dear Henry, a knife!
But the knife is too dull, dear Liza, dear Liza!
But the knife is too dull, dear Liza, too dull!
Then sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry!
Then sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, sharpen it!
With what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, with what?
With a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry!
With a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, a stone!
But the stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza!
But the stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry!
Then wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry!
Then wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, wet it!
With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, with what?
With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry!
With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, water!
But where shall I get it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
But where shall I get it, dear Liza, but where?
From the well, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry!
From the well, dear Henry, dear Henry, the well!
In what shall I carry it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
In what shall I carry it, dear Liza, in what?
In the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry!
In the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, the bucket!
BUT THERES A HOLE IN MY BUCKET, DEAR LIZA, DEAR LIZA!
THERES A HOLE IN MY BUCKET, DEAR LIZA, A HOLE!
I just saw the part about the baby. Congratulations to you and the Mrs. and the upcoming Undead young ‘un. Seems like things have been hopping here lately, but Vlad is still the only one actually born on the Undead Thread :-).
When I learned it, the man was “you silly, dear Willie.”
Good morning.
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