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There's a Cherokee Indian at the door.
What the hell is happening in this neighbourhood, last week it was the seven dwarfs, and who was the bloody spokesman, bloody Dopey.
Remember the good old days when it was just the Jehovah's who annoyed you. Go out there and tell him we don’t want to powwow.
It’s a she, and she looks about nine months pregnant, explanation!
I’m going for one of those dwarfs, and I’m laying bets that, Dopey ain’t as dopey as he makes out.
But Dopey is only three feet tall, and the week before it was the Yao people, three of them.
You think Dopey is three feet tall, but I actually think he’s condensed.
And was it Dopey who got the Yao’s pregnant?
No, I think it was Happy. Let's face it, you get three birds into bed, wouldn’t you be happy?
And before that, the Eskimo woman, Is this a fetish you’ve got going on here?
She was selling double-glazing. I mean, you couldn’t make it up.
The Cherokee Indian, was she selling double glazing
She was selling something, but double glazing wasn’t one of them, and I have my reservations about anything else she was selling
So, you’re the father then.
I told you the fathers, well at least two of them, the other five I’m working on.
So why did she come to our door?
I think the three wise men sent her cos we’re in a stable relationship.
I don’t think my divorce Lawyer will be thinking that.
Darling, I think you're Grumpy cos you’re Sleepy, I’ll get the Doc to give you a sleeping tablet.
Get knotted, you sleazy bastard.
Darling, could you do me a favour and make me a Sneezy bastard? Is that the doorbell ringing?
I’m going to answer the door, and I’m telling you now, if that's an alien woman having a green baby, you’re dead.
I hope to hell it’s the Jehovah's.
There’s a dwarf at the door, he didn’t give his name.
That’s okay, darling, I know who he is.
DON'T YOU DO IT!
Don' you do it , I am warning you now ,
There won' be no way back if you do .
Stop what you are doing and just back away ,
You must believe me now and listen to all I say .
You must get yourself ready and be prepared ,
It will hurt if caught off gaurd , so be aware.
Learn this new way of living out your life,
All will be revealed to you , you'll see I was right.
Don't you dare do it , I am telling you now ,
Be patient my friend , I will show you how.
Do as I have told you and you'll be fine ,
Life will be good again , it just takes a little time.
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Who said being pregnant was easy?
Who said being pregnant was bliss?
I’ll wager my life that it was a man
Because they’ve never gone through this!
They’d never put up with the nausea
Or waking each morning to see
If they can stop being sick long enough
To face some dry toast, and tea
As for them coping with heartburn,
Wouldn’t they find that a thrill
They’d abhor the chalky white liquid
That cures it but makes you feel ill
And what about not being able
To fit into old comfy jeans
I’m telling you now, this pregnancy lark
Is definitely not all it seems
My ankles are thick
My rings are all tight
I’m lacking in sleep
From the kicking at night!
So, whoever said ‘pregnancy’s easy’
I’d like to have certified
And I wish that I could just meet them
To say to their face ‘YOU LIED!’
hark!
the beach is calling my name!
there it is again!
i hear her when i clock in!
i hear her when i clock out!
i hear her in the center of my focus!
i hear here on every frickin break!
i'm telling you now, one day IMMEDIATELY after work,
i am gonna go straight to my old faithful!
i am gonna hit whatever number highway south!
i am gonna drive like the earned heart until my right foot goes to sleep!
i am gonna keep said sleeping foot on the doggone pedal like super glue stubbornness!
when i answer the beach's call, i am gonna park old faithful!
i am gonna walk ever so slowly across the beach access!
the instant my feet hit that wonderful sand, i am gonna rejoice!
the closer i get to the water, i am gonna rejoice some more!
at the first hint of the water's feeling and rehabilitative touch, i am gonna just wade!
at the point of full submergence, my attitude is gonna be....straight on up....DAMN THE WORLD!
....AND THERE YOU HAVE IT....AND BOOM....HERE I AM!
You better not scowl
You better not be fowl
You better not wine
I’m telling you while
Santa Claws is meowing around
He snuggles you when you’re sleeping
She purrs when you’re awake
He sees all things from high in his perch
“So, be good for goodness' sake!”
So, you better pet me
You better make me purr
You best be nice to me
I’m telling you now
Santa Claws is prowling around
He paws at you when he’s ignored
He scratches on the furniture and carpet floors
He’s got deer mice to pull his pillow for a sled
He knows if you’re still up in bed
He’ll lick up any Christmas cream left out for him
And he’ll leave you with the strangest dreams
He may nibble at Mom’s cookies
He’ll prance around your presents with absolute feline presence
He’s been eyeballing the Christmas Tree
Is this a new scratching post for me?
Perhaps with purrfect catlike canter,
Santa Claws will leave a present of his own,
It may be a bit stinky, but it will be from
the bottom of his heart.
- Meowie Christmas!
Of course, my cat's real name is Satan Claws!
She frowned at him, still dressed in his skins,
then cast her gaze upon sweet Nell.
“Why do you bring a savage with you?
Long, lost, little brother, do tell?”
Prent knew this would be a hard sell.
“She’s your niece,”he informed,”My little girl.
I came home so she could learn the ways of the world.”
Annabeth laughed, then she glowered at him.
“If only our father could see you now.
Consorting with whores, laying with squaws,
that’s how he figured you would turn out.”
But Prent would let no one talk down.
“I came here to settle, and do right by Nell.
If you don’t want to help me, I’ll do it myself!”
Annabeth sighed, and motioned them inside,
but the scowl never did leave her face.
“Mother, I’m afraid, was laid up by a stroke,
I’ve taken over running this place.
I guess you and your…child can stay.
But I’m telling you now, just so you know,
I’m not associating with folks in such ratty clothes!”
The days that came transformed them both
Into good facsimiles of civilized folk.
Prent wore waist-coats, Nell put on a dress
With a high collar that nearly choked,
So tight it was that poor Nell spoke:
“Daddy, daddy! It huwrts my neck!”
Said Annabeth,”Child, you’ll get used to that.”
Days went by and a tutor was hired,
to try and teach the irrepressible girl.
Annabeth grimly took it on herself
to impart on her manners of the world,
still scowling at her like a churl.
While Prent went to his brother Ike,
to see if the banker had a job he’d like.
But luck was not with him at the bank,
owned sixty years by his family.
He still had no skill for business talk,
or keeping the customers happy.
He found his spirits soon flagging.
Plus, when it came to finding a love,
it seemed he was cursed by Heaven above.
Some would walk with him if he called,
but most ran when they learned of Nell.
One was so shocked he’d married a squaw
that she loudly condemned him to Hell.
In truth, it was all just as well.
A mother, he thought, Nell needed to grow,
but none of these women would make that so.
A month passed, and things grew strained,
Annabeth seemed more and more disturbed.
“She won’t learn her manners, and only talks
about trapping, horses, and pet squirrels!
That’s no kind of talk for a young girl!”
She threw up her hands, and said,”I’m done!
There is no helping that little one.”
CONTINUES IN PART III...
My wife has been asking for a divorce
I'm thinking this time that she is right
It's been a long time in the making
And I know I've put up a good fight
All the time that we've spent together
Must now come to an end
It's true it's you that I cling to
But this is best if the relationship is to mend
Of course I'm a little bit nervous
And this will take time to adjust
But cutting ties is the best of advice
So cutting ties I feel is a must
I think back years ago to the very first call
I picked it up innocently enough
It didn't take long for you to take over my life
Where I fell under your spell, thinking it love
We've been side by side from that moment
I've held you tenderly all of this time
I'm finding it hard to let go of you
But it's best that we part and say our goodbyes
For all good things must come to an end
And we both had a good run of course
So I'm telling you now "Cell Phone" my friend
From you I need a divorce...
I want to tell you that I love you before my death.
I need you to know how I feel before I take my final breath.
I was unable to tell you those three words before.
I'm telling you now because we won't be together anymore.
I just got shot in the back by your insane dad.
Dying doesn't scare me but being parted from you makes me sad.
Not being able to become your husband is something that I seriously regret.
I want you to go on with your life but I hope our love is something you won't forget.
Please remember these final words that are true.
We will be parted but for all eternity I will love you.
I never give advice, but I’m telling you now,
Never joke with a person who doesn’t know how….
It’ll backfire in ways you cannot even imagine to venture a guess.
Shocking you unexpectedly with unnecessary and nasty cheerlessness.
“She’s lying,” they’ll spit, sputter, slander, slather, and say,
Because they have no knowledge of any kind of play.
Matter of fact, let us leave these people out of our heads, hearts, and homes.
Best of all to block them from your relatives, friends, and brand new I-phone.
Because the negativity they bring to your life may enter your soul.
Upon which time you might lose sight of your dreams, aspirations, and big goal.
I am not being heartless, because everyone knows, this is what they’ll do.
They’ll gravitate to more of their kind, angry people who want to be blue.
There was talk about the nuclear bomb
There was a war going on in Vietnam
It was on the news, the drummers were drumming
Look out America, the British are coming
We couldn't wait to turn our radios on
To hear Paul and Ringo, George and John
What could make you feel more alive
Than to rise in the morning to the Dave Clark Five
To be part of it was so much fun
With Eric and "The House of the Rising Sun"
Music sent from heaven above
Peter and Gordon "A World Without Love"
There was Peter Noone and Herman's Hermits sound
While Petula Clark took us all "Downtown"
The country went wild when Donovan hit the stage
Tom Jones and Dusty Springfield were part of the rage
Oh Lord one day please take me back
To hear Marianne Faithful and Cilla Black
The Rolling Stones conquered every city
And Manfred Mann sang "Do Wah Diddy"
The Kinks and Troggs took us for a whirl
The New Seekers sang about "Georgy Girl"
British fashion was everywhere
And the Zombies told us "She's Not There"
Now James bond was doing some super spying
Gerry said, "Don't Let the Sun Catch You Crying"
Freddie and the Dreamers sang "I'm Telling You Now"
The British had conquered America somehow
The Searchers, The Hollies, meaningful words
Chad and Jeremy, don't forget the Yardbirds
If there was a way we could do it again
We'd have another invasion like we did back then.
If you weren't there, it might be hard to understand. The music had meaning
with political statements and social statements written between the lines. the
young were actively involved and the apathy that exists now was hard to find. The
fun music was fun music and the message music set a tone for a generation. It
was a great time to be growing up in spite of the turmoil in the world, a world we
thought we all could change. Times change, sometimes not for the better.