Posted on 08/30/2003 6:43:02 PM PDT by WKB
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I wrote a thank you note to Jim Rob last year and told him all about it.
Life is too short. Carpe Diem. Thanks be to God.
Tapping into Free Republic from the vast Spodefly World Headquarters has allowed me to broadcast my pirate signal and exert mind control over millions of unsuspecting pod people.
And I like the Kournakova threads.
Why would they buy a cow, when they can get milk free?
FR has showed me that there are so many smart folks out there and that they aren't brain dead nit wits that the liberal press likes to portray ..
I have learned so many things from Freepers and their sense of humor is the Best!!
Oh .. and I also learned a quick easy way to clean the house and cook dinner on a really busy news day so that Mr. Mo1 doesn't think I sat my butt in front of the computer all day ;0)
Freepers Rule!!
I'd like to do a little creative wig bubble for you called "God's Own Drunk."
I want the boys to,... of course,... with their Prince Bernard, and Sir James,
and the Lady Doris and Prince Valentine.You know, a creative orchestra, my lords, my ladies, is a rare and delightful thing.
Right? Look! Do you see any music?I gotta do a thing for you called, "The Cop Out," one time. It's a beautiful thing.
And a thing called "The Bad-Rapping of the Marquis de Sade."
A very interesting affair.But for the moment I'd like to do for you "God's Own Drunk."
Said, eh, just like I say before. I, I'm a non-drinkin' man.
Never drank for some season or other. Didn't like it.
But like I said, too, I promised to take care of my brother-in-law's still
while he went in to vote.Went up there and it was just where the map said it was.
And I'm a gonna tell you something - it was no little old five or ten cent still.
It was laid there just like a golden mountain opel,
with a kind of a honey dew cry comin' from it.I ain't a drinkin' man, like I 'splained to you,
but that big old yellow moon was a hangin' up there,
and God's lanterns was a hangin' in the sky,
and that curiosity got the best of me, and I took a slash.And I got a crazy, revolutionary feelin' in my body.
That yellow whiskey went down my throat like honey dew vine water.
Humph, it tasted mighty good!I felt a revolution goin' through my body
like there was great neon signs a goin' up an' sayin',
"There's a Great Life a Comin'!" Feelin' it talkin' to me, and I took another slash,
and I got another jolt, and I took another slash,
and I started to sing.I started to sing.
And that big old yellow moon a hangin' out there
and God's sweet lanterns a hangin' in the sky,
and I's a singin'.Never could sing a note before in my life,
but I's a singin' as fine and as pretty as you'd ever want to hear.And I took another slash.
And then I took a big full....
That big old yellow moon a hangin' out there.
God's lanterns a hangin' in the sky,
and suddenly I got a tremendous revolution of emotion in my body
like I was fallin' in love with everything in God's sweet world
that moved, lived, didn't live, animate, inanimate, black,
blue, green, pink, mountains, fountains.I was in love with life, 'cause I was drunk!!
I wasn't fallin' down, slippin', slidin' drunk.
I was GOD'S OWN DRUNK!
A fearless man!
And that's when I first saw the bear.
Big old Kodiak-lookin' fella, about sixteen foot tall.
I walked right on up to that bear, 'cause I was God's Own Drunk
and I loved everything in this world.
Walked right up tight to him about four-and-a-half feet
and I looked right up in his eyes
and I want to tell you somethin' brothers and sisters -
my eyes was redder than his was! Hung him up.And he's a sniffin', he's a sniffin'. He's tryin' to smell some fear.
He can't do it, 'cause I'm God's Own Drunk and I'm a fearless man.He expects me to do two things, flip or fly.
I don't do either. Hangs him up.I told him, I said, "Mr. Bear, I'm God's Own Drunk
and I love every hair on your twenty-seven acre body.
I'm a fearless man!"Said, "I want you to go... I know you got bear friends over the hill there.
Harry Bear, and Tim Bear, and Jelly Bear, and Tony Bear, and Teddy Bear,
and Field Bear, Hazel Bear, John Bear, Pete Bear, and Rare Bear!
Go over and tell all of them that I'm God's Own Drunk tonight
and I love everything in God's green creation.
I love them like brothers but if they give me any trouble
I'm gonna run every God-damn one of 'em off the hill!"I moved up. Don't you know he moved back two feet.
I reached up and took the bear by the hand.
I said, "Mr. Bear, we're both beasts when it comes right down to it."He's a lookin' down at me.
I said, "I want you to come with me. You're gonna be my buddy. Buddy Bear."
Took him right by his big, old, shaggy man-island sized hand,
led him on over, sat him down by the still.Well, he's a sniffin'. He's a sniffin'.
He knows there's honey dew around there,
some kind of honey bear honey dew of some kind.
He's a sniffin'I know what he's a sniffin' at.
I took a slash or two myself to taste 'er out and I filled him a bottle.
Did you ever see them bears, the sillouette of them bears at the circus,
suckin' up that sasparilla? Ahhh, it's a fine lookin' sight!And he downed another bottle. And he downed another bottle.
And I put two more in him and pretty soon he started to sniff and snort.
Tapped his foot.And he got up and started to do The Bear Dance.
Two sniffs, three snorts, a half a turn and one grunt.And I'm trying' to do it, but I couldn't do it
'cause it was just like a jitterbug dance,
it was so simple it evaded me.But we was a dancin' and yellin'!
And God's sweet moon a hangin' in the sky,
and God's sweet lanterns out there
and there's jubilation and love on that hill.And finally my love, it up and got so strong it overwhelmed my soul,
and I laid back in the sweet green hill
with that big, old Buddy Bear's paw right in mine
and I went to sleep.And I slept for four hours and dreamt me some tremulous dreams.
And when I woke up that old, yellow, moon was a hangin' in the sky,
and God's sweet lanterns is out there
and my buddy the bear was a missin'.And you know something else, brothers and sisters?
So was the still!
[Where else do you get to read a Lord Buckley soliloquy?]
Sometimes FR keeps me in a perpetual state of pistoffedness!!! Then, when nobody agrees with me, I finally hafta realize that I'm full of it!!! Then I can git sum sound sleep without countin sheep!!!
There, smarty britches. Lessee ya make up a poem 'bout that. (grin)
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