Posted on 04/25/2002 12:30:39 PM PDT by lowbridge
Rah Rah Ree, kick em in the knee,
Rah Rah Rass, kick em in the other knee.
Give me an "H"...
Give me an "A"...
Ha ha ha ha ha, Happy Happy Brithday.
Goooooooooo Counter Counter Culture...
Hope you had a memorable birthday. All the best to you...
D1
Thanks for the ping Lowbridge
Happy birthday!
And Bob J's clown in #37 scares me. I'll be having nightmares for weeks.
You got one that looks a LOT like my Dusty
Renee Zellweger Hank Azaria Andy Bell Stu Cook Talia Shire Senator Jon Kyl Al Pacino Meadowlark Lemon Ella Fitzgerald Edward R. Murrow Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky Oliver Cromwell Edward II, king of England Louis IX, king of France
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CounterCounterCulture!!!
Nice kitties ya got there.
Edward II? Hmmmmmmmmm ................
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This one's for you!:
On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting, I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for. Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven, Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door. "Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor, "There is nothing I like more" Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore. While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered, Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor; For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and wierd decor - Bric-a-brac and junk galore. Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered, In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth - "Nevermore." While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up, Then I crouched and quickly lept up, pouncing on the feathered bore. Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore - Only this and not much more. "Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out, "Pussycat, it's time I dried out! Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before; How I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty Put and end to that damned ditty" - then I heard him start to snore. Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor, Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.
Coulda fooled me. I coulda sworn the right one was number 5: "My hovercraft is full of eels." But you're the expert. :-)
So how does this work...first person to flame me today gets banned, right? Hee-heeeeee!
Sure...no flame CCC day. :-)
So you got me together with party girl Jenna, eh?
As if you needed my help with that! :-)
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