Posted on 02/07/2005 8:05:11 PM PST by MoJo2001
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Who are you, stranger? :)
Okay tomkow!
What did you do with Mr.Tonkin??
He's starting to answer like you.
Hmmm......
Where's Mr.Goat when we need him? Huh? Huh?
"South Shall Rise Again!!"
(To be sung to R.E.M.'s "So. Central Rain")
Clinton's gonna fall!! Dem Leftists try to stall...
Their Lib'ral mis-Directions...are driving RATS insane!!
Our Will shan't bend!! Slick Willie washed away...
The Evil of the Lib'rals...has forced Mudboy to sing.
I'm sorry...Slick's sorry...Left's sorry...Right's always...
Justice is our Right...Third Party calls...the RINOs frown...
The wise man wrote his words upon the rocks...
But MUD's not bound to follow suit!!
The Left shall bend...Slick's ConDamnation's Nigh!!
If Slick's Treas'nous Crimes YOU Condone...yer choice isn't mine!!
Slick's sorry...Left's sorry...
Med'yuh never called!! MUD waited fer Left's calls...
Left's lies and mis-directions are driving US away!!
Then Limbaugh sang...Left's Brain-washin' washed away...
Left says that I should "Just Move ON!!"...that Choice isn't mine!!
I'm sorry...Slick's sorry...Left's sorry...Justice's RIGHT!!!
Ooooh...Ahhhhh...Ahhhhhhhhh-EEEEE...Ahhhhh-ahhhhhhh-uhhhhh...
{end very intensely on Am}
Heh heh heh...Mudboy Slim (15 January 2002)
Hunter Schneider works on a poster at the Fort Story, Va., recreation center on Saturday. The poster is to celebrate the return of his father, Sgt. Jon Schneider, and other members of the 368th Cargo Transportation Company when they arrive next week.
At Fort Story even the grade schoolers have to go to school on Saturdays in order to learn how to make great posters.
Spc. Cody Cavender, with the 116th Rear Operations Center, gets a welcome home kiss from his girlfriend, Candy Morgado, on Monday at Camp Murray, Wash., after he and other members of his National Guard unit returned from a deployment to Iraq that lasted more than a year.
Honey, I shrunk the insurgency!
A boat crew from Coast Guard Station New Orleans patrols the Mississippi River on Monday during Lundi Gras festivities. The Coast Guard was responsible for transporting the king and queen of the Rex and Zulu krewes by boat in order to kick off the Lundi Gras celebration.
Lundi Gras was invented because there were simply not enough hours in the day for Mardi Gras.
A Landing Craft Utility (LCU) maneuvers into position to enter into the well deck of the amphibious assault ship Saipan (LHA 2) in the Caribbean Sea on Friday. The LCU is assigned to Assault Craft Unit Two (ACU-2), currently embarked aboard the Saipan.
I want this deck swabbed, and you Ensign are going to be held personally responsible if the job is not completed by eight bells!
An F-117A Nighthawk from Holloman Air Force Base, N.M., flies high over the mountains during a training mission.
Perhaps I am picky but isn't it very unusual for the Air Force to fly under mountains?
Staff Sgt. Fred Cowell uses a high-pressure washer to remove ice and snow from a satellite dish at Bagram Air Base, Afghanistan. The effort returned critical satellite communication signals to normal. Cowell is assigned to the 455th Expeditionary Logistics Readiness Squadron's vehicle maintenance branch.
This image has been brought to you by your local cable company!
Marines from America's Battalion leap from a CH-47 Chinook helicopter hovering just above the snowy hills of Korangal during their insertion for Operation Spurs. In Afghanistan.
Why would anyone jump out of a perfectly working helicopter into a snow drift? Only the Marines know the answer to that question.
Lance Cpl. Dan Robert, a Squad Automatic Weapon gunner with Lima Company, charges forward through the deep snow of the Hindu Kush mountains to his squad's next objective during cordon-and-search operations as part of Operation Spurs this week in Afghanistan.
You call that deep? When I was a kid the snow used to be 8 feet high and there were no camera people up ahead.
Josh Ploetz, a machine gunner with Lima Company, looks over the sights of his M240G machine gun as another CH-47 Chinook helicopter prepares to drop medical supplies near the Marines' position high in the Hindu Kush mountains during Operation Spurs in Afghanistan.
Typical Marine action involving shooting 'em and then supplying 'em with band-aids.
Jesse James, from the TV show Monster Garage, straps himself into the Belly Tank Lakester at Vandenberg Air Force Base, Calif. Cameras captured James and the car recently during several speed runs down the runway at the base for an upcoming show. The car was made from the drop tank of an F-4 Phantom.
The new fangled vehicle has been designated also as the Amateur-Uncle, as well as the Con-Can.
Marines exercise in a makeshift weights room set up at their base in a partly destroyed house in the center of the heavily guarded city of Fallujah, Iraq, Saturday, Feb. 5, 2005.
The Gold's Gym in Fallujah is still a bit Spartan, but expectations by the proprietors for a successful business venture are high.
A girl carries a mattress on her head as she approaches a checkpoint leading into the heavily guarded city of Fallujah, Iraq, Sunday, Feb. 6, 2005.
In Iraq some children are still not taught to not play with mattresses.
Ugh! Don't get me started on the weather! YUCK!
Evening, Tonk!
Yum - that soup sounds good!!
"FRiends of Slick Willie"
(To be sung to the Grateful Dead's "Friend of the Devil")
We abhor Butch Reno...and we'll take Slick Willie down.
Honor 'tis to FReep fer Right till Big Guv'ment's not around.
Ya think I'm funnin' as I make my rhymes...
But friends of Slick Willie ain't no FRiends of mine!!
Leftist HO's defend Slick's Blight...
TREASON's why we FReep tonigh-ight!!
Clinton is Pure Evil, knaves...Slick snowed Dem-Medyuh shills!!
Cowed the Right from action...let's be Brave and DETHRONE Bill!!
Future's Sunny, but we'll first smite Slime...
No friend of Bill Clinton is a FRiend of mine!!
Leftists know Clinton's not Right...
Justice's why we FReep...tonigh-ight!!
I drove on up to DeeCee...brain-dead Lib'rals fought me there.
Took my hard-earned dollar bill but I vanquished their PUNK, Terry.
Think I'm funnin' but I know what's Right...
DemFriends of Bill Clinton shall be Doin' Time!!
I set goals...ain't 'fraid ta Fight...
Justice's why I FReep tonigh-ight!!!
Got two reasons why I stay awake each lonely night.
The first one's named Sweet Liberty and she's my heart's delight.
Second one is Justice, Willie, got FReepers on yer tail!!
And when MUD catches up with you, you'll spend yer life in jail!!
Gotta wife and children, Slick, but yer thugs shan't cow me!!!
Broaddrick says Slick raped her, Tom, but Brokaw said, "BITE ME!!!"
Lib'rals' Love Him, but I think Slick's SLIME!!
No friend of Slick Willie shall be FRiends o' mine.
I set goals, ain't 'fraid ta fight...Justice's why MUD FReeps tonight!!!
(BigMan on guitar, Fireman John on mandolin...justa cookin'!!)
Got two reasons why I FReep away each doggone night.
The first one's named Sweet Liberty, my God, I know I'm Right!!
Second one is Justice, Terry, MUD knows yer Sordid Tale...
And when Truth catches up with you, you'll spend yer life in jail!!
Gotta wife and children, Bill, and you got Hillary...
Chelsea knows she's not yer child, Webb Hubbell's genes flow free.
Think I'm funnin' but Slick's arse is mine!!
No friend of Bill Clinton, boy, Justice Be Thine!!
Bill can roam...but Slick can't hide!!
Justice makes MUD FReep fer Righ-ight!!
Mudboy Slim (02/10/2002)
BTW...Lib'ralism's DEAD!! Am I the only one disgusted by how NICE we're being to a criminal ex-POTUS who has his eyes on returning to the White House in January 2009?! Slick Willie's the ENEMY...he must be defeated!!
Jesse James is hilarious!! Thanks for the pics Radix. The first two got me though...
I love Stephen King books. There are a few fo the movies I cant watch...like IT...Cujo...Pet Cemetery
But I like The Langoliers, Fire Starter, Tommyknockers & Christine.
I would like very much to hear this song...would any of you have it?
Never Been to Me
written by Ken Kirsch and Ronald Miller sung by Charlene
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you never do
But I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you
Ooh I've been to Georgia and California, oh, anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacherman and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Please lady, please, lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies
Oh I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
Where I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
That a woman ain't s'posed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
(this part is spoken...) Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie.
A fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be.
But you know what truth is?
It's that little baby you're holding, and it's that man you fought with this morning,
the same one you're going to make love with tonight. That's truth, that's love.
Sometimes I've been to cryin' for unborn children
That might have made me complete
But I, I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free
Hey lady, I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht)
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to cryin' for unborn children...)
(fade)
Mine?
Mine?
Mine?
Mine?
Mine?
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