Posted on 03/03/2005 10:23:50 AM PST by Right Wing It
I was unaware up until this point that there was a German word meaning "happiness at the misfortune of others" The Word is "SCHADENFREUDE". What makes it ironic is that it is the only national language in the world to have a word for such a subject. Who else thinks there should be an American word for this?
Patient *To doctor* "I was in the mental ward, for a little shock treatment, and a sudden power surge zapped me with 2000 volts!
And then I floated down a corridoor to a shining man in white, and when I could FINALLY make out his face it was..
It was YOU Doctor!"
Doc: "So vhats the problem?"
Gesundheit!
some people have more ways of being evil than planting an earwig...much more evil...time consuming, and perhaps need to listen to Vorlon poetry
UNNNGH..
Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Royal Oil
From the album "Let's Face It"
Royal Oil, come on bubble and boil
Stabs like a dagger, make you stagger
On the hot tin foil
Mind your mind or it will surely spoil
then you sleep down in the soil
Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
When you smoke or poke the poison
You lose the chance to be tomorrow
Look out on the horizon
And see the sadness, the pain and the sorrow
I can't say enough about the stuff
Or what it has in store
When you smoke or poke the poison
You won't be anymore
Royal Oil, come on bubble and boil
Stabs like a dagger, make you stagger
On the hot in foil
Mind your mind or it will surely spoil
Then you sleep down in the soil
Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
Royal Oil has cut many down to size
Spikes gonna strike the weak and strong alike
And then forever, and ever close those eyes
Make up your mind to keep your mind up
And to your life be loyal
Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
Royal Oil, big trouble brewing
Long, lonely road, long road to ruin
Wrong path to take, great big mistake
And then you sleep down in the soil
Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil
Cam ye by Atholl lad wi' the philabeg
Down by the Tummel or banks o' the Garry?
Saw ye the lads wi' their bonnets and white cockades
Down from their mountains to follow Prince Charlie
Follow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie
I have but one son my gallant young Donald
But had I ten, they would follow Prince Charlie
Health to McDonald and gallant Clan Ronald
These are the men I can trust wi' my Charlie
Follow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie
I'll go to Lochiel and Appin and kneel to them
Down by Lord Murray and Roy o' Kildarlie
Brave McIntosh he will fly to the field wi' them
These are the men that would die for their Charlie
Follow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie
Down through the lowlands, down wi' the Whigamore
Loyal true higlanders down wi' them rarely
Ronald and Donald drive on wi' the broad claymore
Over the necks of the foes o' Prince Charlie
Follow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie
Makes me think of a senior citizens home.
I wrap meself
in the protective mantle
of Bobbie Burns
and the Scots of eld,
nor yet can ye kill me
with yer earwig!
_____
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots wham Bruce has often led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to Victorie!
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour,
See approach proud Edward's pow'r
Chains and slaverie!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland's King and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw?
Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Let him follow me!
By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains! -
We will drain our dearest veins, -
But they shall be free! -
Lay the proud usurper low!
Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe!
Liberty's in ev'ry blow!
Let us do or die!
(did I ever mention that I am REALLY into celtic music?)
Ode To a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning
O Feedled Gruntbuggly,
Thy nacturations are to me!
As plurdled gabbleblochits on a lurgid bee.
Groop, I emplore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles
or I will rend thee in gabberwarts with my burglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
Or create your own here.....
http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/vogonpoetry/lettergen.shtml
Ain't that one pretty doggie...
Paving is fun
I like her.
Oh, yeah! That'll be a great pic. :^D
Yes it is.
I'll look forward to it.
haha! :^D
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