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Post by PyleansDontLeaveMe on Feb 7, 2007 11:56:54 GMT -5
Well? I sensitively ask which is it?
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Post by tjaman on Feb 7, 2007 12:27:29 GMT -5
Said pointedly.
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Post by quantumcat on Feb 8, 2007 0:19:26 GMT -5
She wants to elope with her atronaut lover on the next shuttle launch.
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Post by PyleansDontLeaveMe on Feb 8, 2007 10:23:07 GMT -5
Oh, that is SO like her.
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Post by Darkchylde on Feb 11, 2007 4:10:15 GMT -5
I read the incipient rage one as incipient rape. I think I should get my eye's checked.
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Post by PyleansDontLeaveMe on Feb 12, 2007 11:18:53 GMT -5
And perhaps have a good long chat with someone.....
Not that I'm judging...
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Post by GreatMuppetyNick on Feb 12, 2007 20:14:00 GMT -5
This sounds like the time for an old irish ditty ...
Lad, it's your duty to find ye a lass With child-bearing hips and a pink, supple ass And make her your wife and love her with love so true Now some rivers run high, some rivers run low When her river runs red, then she's starting her flow And it's called menstr'ation, and here's what it means to you
You will notice her bloomers are spotty at first Stand back – her ovarian dam's gonna burst Son, don't be afraid, it's a natural t'ing Just wad up some cotton and hand her some string Put the old linens on top of the bed Get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead
She'll retain her water, her breasts will be tender And every third word that you say will offend her Get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead And she'll want to make love – if you do, you're a fool 'Cause you'll only end up with a bloody O'Toole Get out of the house – down to the old pub instead
And she'll want you to sample the fruit of her loins But son, it'll taste like some old rusty coins So turn off the light, boy, and take off your hat And drop to your knees, say a prayer to Saint Pat Then he'll give you the strength to get out of the bed And for Ireland's sake, go down to the old pub instead
Now the pub is the place where the lads are a-meetin' When the moon's full and the gals are a-bleedin' The Catholic, the Protestant, even the pagan The pub is the place when your lady is raggin' So drink of your pint, boys, and thank your shamrocks That as menfolk we don't have to bleed from our cocks And that we can escape from the lady in red And get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead
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Post by TheMasterGeek on Feb 12, 2007 21:16:26 GMT -5
Why am I picturing thing being sung in the tune of "The Hero of Canton"?
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Post by GreatMuppetyNick on Feb 12, 2007 22:29:00 GMT -5
It's an actual song, by comedian Stephen Lynch.
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Post by tjaman on Feb 13, 2007 0:25:47 GMT -5
* wonders what a fake song would be *
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Post by PyleansDontLeaveMe on Feb 13, 2007 9:58:11 GMT -5
Blame it on the Rain.
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Post by quantumcat on Feb 13, 2007 10:12:40 GMT -5
Would it be what one plays with the assist of the fake books they sell at the music stores? (Lip-syncing required.) I'm waiting for Kimberly-Clark or Bayer to use that cautionary ditty in a commercial. (Did y'all know that Midol used to be advertised in the National Guardsman for ailments such as toothache,muscle spasms and hiccups? Women latched onto it because it lacked narcotics.)
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Post by tjaman on Feb 13, 2007 10:28:26 GMT -5
Mmmm ... narcotics.
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Post by Charisma69 on Feb 13, 2007 20:37:04 GMT -5
(Did y'all know that Midol used to be advertised in the National Guardsman for ailments such as toothache,muscle spasms and hiccups? Women latched onto it because it lacked narcotics.) I wasn't aware of that, but I did notice it has the exact same ingredients as Doan's Back medication - only it cost less.
So, if you're taking some over the counter back medicine you'd be better off buying Pamprin or Midol.
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Post by AlyWay on Feb 13, 2007 20:41:56 GMT -5
interesting
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