Posted on 05/31/2005 7:26:28 AM PDT by pissant
The 1970s were a time of some serious changes in our society and culture. Some good, most bad. Here at the Pissant Reasearch Center, we've compiled the Top 5 lists of the good and bad which that forgetful decade foisted upon us.
TOP 5 BAD THINGS FROM THE 1970s
5. Polyester suits
4. Detroits Automobiles
3. Jane Fonda
2. Disco
1. Jimmy Carter
TOP 5 GOOD THINGS FROM THE 1970s (this is tough)
5. Scooby Doo
4. Dorothy Hammill
3. Monday Night Football team (Cossell, Meridith, Gifford)
2. John Paul II
1. Count Chocula & Frankenberry
I still have my Double Breasted suit I wore when I graduated from HS in 1951. My sister bought it for me because mother didn't have the money to squander on such a frivolous thing...
Does it still fit?
Did you look pretty when she was done? Next thing you're going to tell me is that you tried her blush and lip gloss. ;-)
she did! LOL
My legs need to be shaved. Get to work. :-)
Ahhhhhhhh.....did baby girl steal DADDY'S HEART????
OMG! ROFL
I would pay significant sums of money to see those pictures. What's her name and where does she live? I need to talk to her. :-)
Did you make a pretty girl?
Of course not! It shrank... ;o(
Gee, I'm not sure I would stoop to such a task! ;o)
ABSOLUTELY!!
Seriously for once, that was very sweet. You're a great Daddy. I thought you might enjoy this.
Song To Be Sung by the Father of Infant Female Children
by Ogden Nash
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;
Contrariwise, my blood runs cold
When little boys go by.
For little boys as little boys,
No special hate I carry,
But now and then they grow to men,
And when they do, they marry.
No matter how they tarry,
Eventually they marry.
And, swine among the pearls,
They marry little girls.
Oh, somewhere, somewhere, an infant plays,
With parents who feed and clothe him.
Their lips are sticky with pride and praise,
But I have begun to loathe him.
Yes, I loathe with loathing shameless
This child who to me is nameless.
This bachelor child in his carriage
Gives never a thought to marriage,
But a person can hardly say knife
Before he will hunt him a wife.
I never see an infant (male),
A-sleeping in the sun,
Without I turn a trifle pale
And think is he the one?
Oh, first he'll want to crop his curls,
And then he'll want a pony,
And then he'll think of pretty girls,
And holy matrimony.
A cat without a mouse
Is he without a spouse.
Oh, somewhere he bubbles bubbles of milk,
And quietly sucks his thumbs.
His cheeks are roses painted on silk,
And his teeth are tucked in his gums.
But alas the teeth will begin to grow,
And the bubbles will cease to bubble;
Given a score of years or so,
The roses will turn to stubble.
He'll sell a bond, or he'll write a book,
And his eyes will get that acquisitive look,
And raging and ravenous for the kill,
He'll boldly ask for the hand of Jill.
This infant whose middle
Is diapered still
Will want to marry My daughter Jill.
Oh sweet be his slumber and moist his middle!
My dreams, I fear, are infanticiddle.
A fig for embryo Lohengrins!
I'll open all his safety pins,
I'll pepper his powder, and salt his bottle,
And give him readings from Aristotle.
Sand for his spinach I'll gladly bring,
And Tabasco sauce for his teething ring.
Then perhaps he'll struggle though fire and water
To marry somebody else's daughter
Her name was Sandy ****er, the little tease.
But I was a cutie. I woulda dated myself! ;o)
Who is that?
ROFL!
That's just some chick who was on Family Feud once upon a time. I posted the pics for the hairdo.
Very nice. Thank you!
Yes, I think CPOWife would look good in that do! Ya think?
Take my word for it. I did not look good with that hair. And no, I don't have any pictures. :-)
well you know me, just love those long tresses. ;o)
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