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Brown Stuff

How many roads must a man stumble down Before an officer escorts you downtown And how many times Must you give a dog a sign No depositing stuff indoors the color brown

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Judith S

Date: 12/19/2017 3:31:00 PM

You are bringing me back ... waaaaay back. Blowin' in the Wind .... and Those were the days my friend ... we thought they'd never end ... we'd sing and dance forever and a day! Now it's in my head ... thank you very much!

Jack Ellison
Date: 12/19/2017 5:00:00 PM

LOL Wow I thought you were in your 20s!!!! Whatta a charmer eh! Lovesies xxx

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 12/18/2017 10:14:00 AM

...still counting ;)

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 12/18/2017 10:25:00 AM

My Aster wouldn't either, picture this... Knock on the door in the mornin "your dog is on the roof!" she had climbed out the window onto the front porch's peaked roof to take a poop, then picture me in my nighty on the roof picking it up.

Jack Ellison
Date: 12/18/2017 10:19:00 AM

Our Annie would never think of pooping indoors... she's a lady!!!!!

Silent One

Date: 12/18/2017 9:54:00 AM

Hmmmm... Lol

Jack Ellison
Date: 12/18/2017 10:18:00 AM

Still reminiscing eh!!! LOL

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 12/18/2017 8:17:00 AM

The inner folk-singer bursts forth//from the land of the frozen North//pickin' his Jo//stubbin' his toe//on doodoo — from his Annie of courth. POO ON JACKSONG!!!

Lim'Rik Flats
Date: 12/18/2017 8:52:00 AM

a speech impudiment? :-) love it!

Jack Ellison
Date: 12/18/2017 8:29:00 AM

Those were the days my friend... guess they had to end!!! BTW have you all of a sudden developed a speech impudent???