Posted on 04/14/2006 4:28:37 PM PDT by Victoria Delsoul
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Too funny
what is "pinger"?
Who is Dawn Welles? Did she play in Gilligan's Island?
Dawn Welles played Mary Ann on Gilligan's Island! :-)
I agree with that.
Trigger Happy
Got an AK-47, well you know it makes me feel alright
Got an Uzi by my pillow, helps me sleep a little better at night
There's no feeling any greater
Than to shoot first and ask questions later
Now I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day
Well, you can't take my guns away, I got a constitutional right
Yeah, I gotta be ready if the Commies attack us tonight
I'll blow their brains out with my Smith and Wesson
That ought to teach them all a darn good lesson
Now I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day
(Oh yeah, I'm)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I'm)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh I'm so)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away
Oh, I accidently shot daddy last night in the den
I mistook him in the dark for a drug-crazed Nazi again
Now why'd you have to get so mad?
It was just a lousy flesh wound, Dad
You know, I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day
Oh, I still haven't figured out the safety on my rifle yet
Little Fluffy took a round, better take him to the vet
I filled that kitty cat so full of lead
We'll have to use him for a pencil instead
Well, I'm so trigger happy, trigger happy every day
(Oh yeah, I'm)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I'm)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh I'm so)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away
Come on and grab your ammo
What have you got to lose?
We'll all get liquored up
And shoot at anything that moves
Got a brand new semi-automatic weapon with a laser sight
Oh, I'm prayin' somebody tries to break in here tonight
I always keep a Magnum in my trunk
You better ask yourself, do you feel lucky, punk?
Because I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day
(Oh yeah, I'm)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh baby, I'm)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
(Oh I'm so)trigger, trigger happy
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away
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I guess he means the notifier, LOL!
Ohhh, yeah, she was cute.
You bet. I have the CD.
you are kidding.. didn't know it existed. How/where do I find this little gem?
LOL!!!
I think its very difficult to bridge the gap between friends and lovers, unless that attraction was always there anyway. Often it isn't. I say start with someone fresh, and don't pine over a 'friend.'
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I've seen some posters typed... Pingo or Pinga, which in Spanish means the male sex organ.
The story dates back to the early 1990s, and involves one of the great hockey legends from the Soviet Union -- defenseman Viacheslav Slava Fetisov. Fetisov -- sometimes called the Russian Bobby Orr -- was one of the greatest hockey players ever to step on the ice. He played for the famed Central Red Army team in Moscow since the late 1970s, and was the dominant player on a Soviet national team that won a total of nine World Championship and Olympic titles in the 1980s. But he was always quite a renegade in the Soviet Union, and was constantly fighting against the heavy-handed tactics of the Soviet coaches who rules their teams with an iron fist.
The New Jersey Devils of the National Hockey League had drafted Fetisov back in the mid-1980s, when the Soviet government wasnt allowing any of its players to play in North America. But during the era of Gorbachevs glasnost and perestroika they finally allowed some of these players to sign contracts with NHL teams. Fetisov was one of a group of several older Soviet stars who were permitted to emigrate to the U.S. and Canada in the late 1980s.
The Devils used to open their practice sessions to the public, and one day in the early 1990s I stopped by on a day off from school to see the players up close. There were maybe a dozen people in the bleachers at South Mountain Arena that morning before the players came out for practice. Instead of sitting up in the bleachers with everyone else, I casually sauntered over to the other side of the rink and stood just behind one of the benches. Spectators werent supposed to be there, but I figured Id stay there as long as I could until someone came and chased me away.
The players came out of the locker room and skated onto the ice. They went through an informal warm-up period before the practice began, and Slava Fetisov skated right over to the bench and began leaning against the boards and stretching his legs out. He was one scary-looking, stone-faced guy, and when he looked over at me I just nodded at him (it aint cool to ask players for autographs when theyre on the rink, and that would surely draw some unwanted attention from the arena security staff). He nodded slightly and then went back to his stretching.
I suddenly remembered a story I had read in the newspaper a few days earlier. Fetisov had written a book about his hockey career in the Soviet Union, and it recently been released to great fanfare in Moscow a week earlier. He was something of a celebrity in Russia -- due to his highly-publicized battles with the governing body of hockey in the Soviet Union -- and the book had a lot of personal details about the trials and tribulations of a great athlete behind the Iron Curtain during the latter stages of the Cold War. I thought to myself: I bet he'll get a kick out of this.
Hey Slava, I called over to him, When are you going to have your book translated into English and released here in the U.S.?
He didnt look over at me, but he did answer (same stone-faced expression as always) in broken English with his heavy Russian accent:
Book is not for Amedi-cans. Is for Russians only.
Oh, come on, I answered, I think a lot of hockey fans here in the U.S. would love to read what youve written.
No, he continued (same stone-faced expression), Only Russians understand Soviet hockey experience.
I still think you should translate it. Id definitely buy it.
His stony face didnt change, and now he even got a bit annoyed as he got ready for the start of practice. He looked over at me with a pissed-off look of the former Central Red Army captain that he was.
Why you so serious about dis, anyway? And why you want to read dis book?
Cause I think youll be the next in a line of great Russian literary giants, I said, Dostoyevsky . . . Solzhenitsyn . . . Fetisov.
He couldnt resist that one. A small grin appeared on his face, and he shook his head with an expression that said, What the heck is this dude thinking? as he picked up his gloves and prepared to skate to one end of the ice for the start of practice.
You will be veddy disappointed if you tink I write like doze men!
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