Posted on 05/22/2009 4:35:16 AM PDT by rightwingintelligentsia
Edited on 05/22/2009 5:11:58 AM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
"It was amazing to wake up and hop on your jet and be in your house in Florida in two hours," said Kristin Georgi, who became 84 Lumber magnate Joe Hardy's third wife after a quickie Las Vegas wedding.
Less than five months later, the 84-year-old Hardy called the couple's home life "intolerable" and divorced his then-22-year-old bride.
(Excerpt) Read more at thepittsburghchannel.com ...
Kind of like the bimbo’s that Trump chooses for his brides.
Too Old To Cut The Mustard
Marlene Dietrich and Rosemary Clooney (1952)
Submitted by Ralph
Both:
Too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
He’s gettin’ too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
Marlene:
Once I kissed a millionaire
Ran my fingers through his hair
The whole thing turned out pretty grim
‘Cause none of his hair belonged to him
Both:
Too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
He’s gettin’ too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
Rosemary:
A gent I know with a big sedan
Swore he was an army man
But he got dressed up, fit to kill
In the uniform he wore at the Bunker Hill
Both:
Too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
He’s gettin’ too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
Marlene:
I entertained an actor I know
The moon was high and the lights were low
He said I’d like to play the scene
But it’s time to drink my Ovaltine
Both:
Too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
He’s gettin’ too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
Rosemary:
It seems that every man you meet
Wants to sweep you off his feet
Marlene:
But gals, before you do submit
Make him show his birth certificate
Both:
Too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
He’s gettin’ too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
Ah, who doesn’t love a good wedding story!
This may surprise you but I’m only 32 and I know that song.
I really enjoy classic country and I’m sure I’ve heard this song on a classic country channel. It might not have been by the same singers but I know the song.
Here’s a great one:
From somewhere outside, I hear a
Street vendor cry “filet gumbo”
From my window I see him, going
Down the street and he don’t know
That we fell right to sleep
In the damp tangled sheets so soon
After love in the hot afternoon
Now the bourbon street lady,
sleeps like a baby in the shadows
(in the shadows)
She was new to me, full of mystery,
But now I know (but know I know)
That she’s just a girl,
And I’m just a guy, in a room
For love in the hot afternoon
We got high in the park,
This morning and we sat, without talkin’
Then she came back here,
In the heat of the day, tired of walkin’
Where under her breath,
She hummed to herself a tune
Of Love in the hot afternoon
"Well, I guess I know what the condom is for," she said. "But what's with the cotton?"
"Listen, Baby," he replied. "There are two things I can't stand. One is the sound of a young woman screaming in ecstasy. The other is the smell of rubber burning."
And of course now she knows why they call it “84 Lumber.”
There’s no fool like an old fool!
“And of course now she knows why they call it “84 Lumber.” “
Is that like a “Viagra 2x4 ?”
Ping.
Yes, it's treated wood.
“And of course now she knows why they call it “84 Lumber.” “
Is that like a “Viagra 2x4 ?”
Yep...the old boy put the “wood” to her
C’mon guys.
Where’s your romantic side?
;) lol
The propositioner says, "we've already established what kind of woman you are, we're just negotiating the price."
She’ll find out that lumber really is a lot smaller than its nominal size.
That joke has been attributed to Winston Churchill, about Nancy Astor. I don’t know if he really did originate it (though he would have been likely to use pounds sterling rather than dollars) but even if he didn’t, it is just like him.
As for this young woman: you’d think she could continue to act sweet and pleasant for more than a few months, just to hang onto that money.
He tried to, but she told him that they were knotholes.
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