Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanzaa, Ramadan or not...Happy Holidays to Each and Every One of You Wonderful FReepers...You have become MY extended family!!
Cheerfully Humble FReegards...MUD
Every afternoon, when Bill Clinton takes a jog around his Harlem office, he passes a hooker on the same street corner. As he goes by, she shouts out "FIFTY DOLLARS!!", and he yells "NO, FIVE DOLLARS!!" This continues for several days. He jogs by, she says "FIFTY DOLLARS!!", and he says "NO, FIVE DOLLARS!!"
Then, his wife Senator HildaBeast Clinton visits and decides she wants to go jogging with Bill. As they are approaching the now infamous street-corner, Bill suddenly realizes that the hooker will yell out her $50 offer and that he will have some explaining to do with the HildaBeast. Bill is still in a quandary as to what to do as they turn the corner, and sure enough, there is the hooker. He turns his head and jogs by without looking her way, hoping she will miss him. Just as they pass, the hooker looks up and yells to Bill, "SEE WHAT YOU GET FOR FIVE DOLLARS!!!"
Heh heh heh...MUD
Well, I know it's Wrong ta Hate...
Mudboy don't wanna scare ya.
But what I gotta say can't wait...
You've gotta understand.
Ev'ry time I tried to tell you the words just came out wrong...
So I'll have to sing "I LOATHE BILL!!" in a song.
Yeah, I Know MUD's kinda strange...
But ev'ry time I'm FReepin',
I just run out of things to say...
Right's gotta make a Stand.
Ev'ry time I tried to tell you the words just came out Wrong...
Country's gotta say "WE LOATHE SLICK!!" 'cuz he's Wrong!!
("Fast Eddie" Vesuvius pickin' and grinnin'....)
Ev'ry time Left slimed what's Right,
All the World just seemed All Wrong...
Country'll have to sing "WE LOATHE THE LEFT!!" in a song.
Yeah, I Know it's Wrong ta Hate, (It's Wrong To Hate...)**
I hope Truth doesn't SCARE you...
But there's something that we just gotta say, (Just Gotta Say...)**
Right's gotta make its Stand.
Now's the time to RE-IMPEACH...
Must PROSECUTE Slick's Wrongs!!
So I'll tell Ol' Slick "CONVICT YOU!!" in a song.
(MUD on Harp...HOOtin' it like he means it....)
FReegards...MUD
**FReeperGal Chorus
The soldiers were restless without any beds,
While visions of air strikes flashed in their heads.
Osama in his burkha and I in my goatskin cap,
Had just settled down for a cold, barren winter's nap,
When out on the ledge there arose such a clatter,
I grabbed my Kalashnikov to see what was the matter.
Away from the racket I ran like a girl,
Tripped over a goat; into a ball I did curl.
The moon shone down on the new-fallen snow
And lit up the valley with an ominous glow,
When, what to my one good eye should appear,
But a dozen Apaches, and tanks in the rear.
And their leader, so fearless, his troops he did push,
I knew in an instant it must be President Bush.
More rapid than eagles his forces they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called out our names:
"Now Omar! Osama! Muhammad! Abdul!
We come for you now; we've taken Kabul!
To the top of the cliffs! To the back of their caves!
When you chose this war, you dug your own graves!"
As the dry leaves that before the assault choppers fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, light up the sky.
So up to the ledge his forces they flew
With full magazines, and flamethrowers too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard with a thud
The explosions of Tomahawks; not one was a dud.
As I chambered my rifle, and was turning around,
Osama was there, disguised in a gown.
He was dressed all in drag, from his head to his toes,
And he said he would flee while I held off his foes;
A bundle of money he had stuffed in his pack,
He said "I'm going to Baghdad and I'm not looking back!"
His eyes were all glassy; he trembled with fear;
The American bombs, they rang in his ears.
He saddled his goat, then turned tail and fled,
But a Marine Corps sniper shot him dead in the head.
I watched with cold fear as his body did slump;
The goat threw him off; he fell with a thump.
And so, there I stood, my plans all destroyed,
About to suffer a fate I could not avoid;
I dropped to my knees; asked Allah for help,
His voice boomed in my ears, "You ignorant whelp!
I gave you the Bible, the Torah and Koran,
But you were too arrogant to understand,
I told you to honor your neighbors and wives;
Not to enslave them, or degrade their lives!
You invoke My name to sanction your deeds,
But you are the last thing that this world needs.
And so, I'll send you and bin Laden to Hell.
The last words I heard, as the bombs fell,
Were from George Bush himself as he mounted the wall,
"One nation, under God, with liberty and justice for all!"
Author Unknown
Thanks to lodwick fer sharing...MUD
FReegards...MUD
Is Dubyuh finally ready to take the gloves off with regards to the RATS Rampant Corruption?!!
2002's gonna be a VERRRRRRY Good Year for America and Justice, IMHO...MUD
One-Year Anniversary of Algore's Concession Speech...Be There or Be Square!!
FReegards...MUD
Biased Leftist Media PUNKS Prematurely Emasculate Themselves with their IGNORANCE...yet again!!
FReegards...MUD
This is a small, but true story to give you an idea of the kind of man and the kind of woman we have in the White House right now. As you may know, the President and Mrs. Bush visited the Washington Burn Center on Friday 14 September. Among those they visited was Lt. Col. Brian Birdwell, who was badly burned in the Pentagon attack.
Mrs.Bush went into Brian's room, spoke to him for about a minute, all the time as if they had been life-long acquaintances. She then turned to Brian's wife, Mel, who at this time had been at the hospital for probably 2 1/2 days, and apparently, according to Mel herself, was dirty, grimy and had blood on her shirt. As if Mel were one of her closest family members. Mrs. Bush then told Brian and Mel that there was "someone" there to see him. The President then walked in, stood by Brian's bedside, asked Brian how he was doing, told him that he was very proud of them both and that they were his heroes.
The President then saluted Brian. Now, at this point in time, Brian is bandaged up pretty well. His hands are burned very badly as well as the back of him from the head down. His movements were very restricted. Upon seeing the President saluting him, Brian began to slowly return the salute, taking, from the accounts so far, about 15-20 seconds to get his hand up to his head. During all of this, 15-20 seconds, President Bush never moved, never dropped his salute. The President dropped his salute only when Brian was finished with his, and then gave Mel a huge hug for what also probably seemed like an eternity.
No further comments. Pray for our leadership. Thank God for what we are, have, and will be.
As a note to those of you who might not be familiar with military protocol, the subordinate normally initiates a salute and will hold it until the superior officer returns the salute. In the above incident, President Bush acted in the role of the subordinate to show his respect and high regard for the injured man."
FReegards...MUD
Ev'ryone considered Slick the Coward of the Country.
He'd never stood one single time to prove them FReepers wrong.
His mama named him Billie, most folks just called Slick "Yella!!"
But something always told me they were reading Billie wrong.
Slick was only ten years old when his daddy whupped his mama.
Bill looked on laughin' 'cause he hated all women.
I still recall the final words Slick's mama said to Mudboy:
"MUD, my life is over, but yers shall smite my son!!"
Promise me, MUD, not to do the things I've done.
Fend away all trouble, if you can.
It won't mean you're meek if you turn the other cheek.
I hope you're old enough to understand:
Slim, Slick YOU'll have to fight to be The Man."
This Country's for ev'ryone...and Mudboy loves this Country.
When we're armed, we shouldn't have to prove who's more the man.
One day while MUD was workin'...that Clinton boy KILLED CHILDREN!!
Slick took turns at ladies....There was Scores of THEM!!!
Mudboy opened up his eyes and saw his Country reelin'.
The spunked dress, the Clinton spooks were more than he could stand.
He reached above the fireplace and took down grand-daddy's picture.
As his tears fell on grandpappy's face, MUD heard these words again:
"Promise me, MUD, not to do the things I've done.
Counteract Left's trouble when you can.
Folks don't pay fer "MEEK"...Make DemLeftists Turn Their Cheeks!!
I hope you're old enough to be a man...
MUD, you best learn to fight if yer a man."
The SlickButtBoys just laughed at MUD when he walked into the barroom.
Whorealdo got up and met Slim halfway 'cross the floor.
When Mudboy turned around they said, "Hey look! Ol' Mudboy's FReepin'."
But you coulda heard a pin drop when Mudboy stopped and whupped DemWhores!!!
Forty years of Stalin was bottled up inside'em.
We wasn't holdin' nothin' back; we had ourselves a ball.
When Mudboy left the barroom not a Clinton 'Ho was standin'.
MUD said, "This one's fer [Linda/Chandra/Waco/Allah/Mena/Foster/Ron Brown/Chelsea/Algore/JimRob/Limbaugh/Ronnie]," as he watched each Lib'ral fall.
And I heard him say,
"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you done.
I walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek,
Good Papa, I sure hope you understand:
Hell, Yeah!! I'm gonna fight 'cuz I'm a man!!"
Ev'ryone considered Slick the Coward of the Country.
FReegards...MUD
BTW...all humility aside, I'm just showin' off now!!
"Jeff Jacoby: 'Permissive Parent's to Blame for Traitorous Son?!'
Gimme a break...parents need to do everything they can to see that their kids grow up with a basic morality and know Right from Wrong, but any kid who makes it to 21 years old can no longer blame anyone but themselves for whatever Crimes Against Humanity they commit!! Fry the Traitorous Bastard Child!!
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOMMMMMMMM infers self-responsiblity...MUD
Hey Doug, can you possibly provide a link to the original song and lyrics of this wonderful work of yers?! My dad has been askin' what I've been up to with the Song FReepin' and I'd like to give him an example of what I'd like to one day be able to produce...MUDpappy lurks under Cyber-Band.
FReegards, y'all, yer doing the Lord's work...MUD
Well, I came upon a dude named Rush...
He was talkin' about Left's 'Ho-oh-oh...
And I asked him, "Tell me where we are goin'?!"
Limbaugh told me...
Said, "We're goin' to the DeeCee Mall...
Gonna join in The Patriots' Stand...
Rebuild Reagan's Shinin' City on the Hill...yeah!!"
We are starvin'...fer some Boldness...
RE-IMPEACH...Senate shall CONVICT!!
Folks, we must now DETHRONE Slick the Evil Tyrant!!!
Folks, show the Left what Right is...
Lib'rals shall recoil in FRight!!
Yes, they'll cower from Lord's Justice...
Waco's burnin'...
Democrats're the Party of Fear...
FReepers, ain't it time we make Our Stand?!
Just IGNORE the Media Spin...
Them Leftist Whores ain't winnin'!!!
We're God's Warriors...Right's emboldened!!
RE-IMPEACH...Senate Shall CONVICT!!
Patriots shall now DETHRONE Left's Chi-Com Whore...yeah!!!
(Guitar Jammin')
We're the Right-Wing...we're emboldened...
We'll git Slick...you know it, too, Rush!!
We shall then INDICT Clinton...CONVICT! IMPRISON!!
By the time we got to Abe's spot...
We were o'er One Million Strong...
Poker Face cranked righteous songs...Whatta Celebration!!!
Yes, we FReep because we love this Great Land...
Takin' MY guns?! That won't fly...
Demand Justice fer Slick's lies...
Lord, Save Our Nation!!
Git Out, Lib'rals!! Yer time's OVER!!
Yer payin' up fer yer Devil's Bargain!!
'Cuz we got to get ourselves back to the Gah-ah-ah-arden!!
Mudboy Slim
20 September 2000
When shall we convene again fer MFLIII?!
Name the date and I shall make the arrangements...MUD
Please allow me to introduce the World...
To the Left, they feel no shame!
Been around here for forty long years...
Stole many young man's Hope and Faith!
Fascists're in Power when Jesus Christ...
Bore our crosses and bore our pain.
Made damn sure our Savior...
Wouldn't threaten their Evil Reign!
Please believe me...Lib'rals are to blame!
Despite their righteous talk, more Power is Left's aim!!
They saw their chance in St. Petersburg,
When they saw the Monarchy had been shamed.
Killed the Czar and his ministers...
As well as any Man who dared Think!
They rode the tanks in Heil Hitler's ranks...
When the blitzkrieg raged and all Waco stank!
Please believe me...Socialists are to blame!
Oh, yeah! Bloody failures, yet, they seem oblivious to shame!
They cheered with glee helpin' Pol Pot succeed...
Led by Hanoi Jane, their hands are bloody-stained!
They shouted out, "Who killed the Left's Elite?"
While slaughterin' all who just wished to breathe free!
Let me please clarify myself, these Elites have wealth and "taste"...
But their attacks on Liberty...have become a National Disgrace!!
I swear to you, DemocRATS are to blame!
Oh yeah! But what's puzzlin' me is Left's Arrogant Lack of Shame!
Ah, yeah!...Let's Go Out and Get'em, Boyz!!!!
(BigMan on Lead Guitar, Vesuvius on Rhythm...MUD ticklin' the ivories and shakin' the tambourine)
Please believe me, Slick's Tyrants are to blame.
Oh yeah! But what's important now is next Destroying Ol' Slick's Name!!! Ummmm...YEAH!!
'Cuz the Prez'dent's just a Criminal...and all his critics Saints!
While I could call Slick "Lucifer," I'll exhibit some restraint!
So when you see Slick, show due courtesy...
But have no sympathy, 'cuz Bill's The Snake!
Condemn all his corrupt politics, or be ashamed to show yer face!!
Pleased to meet you...Mudboy Slim's my name!
Ummm, yeah! Bringin' Clinton DOWN is why I must serenade.
Ummm, I mean it...RE-IMPEACH!!...Yeehawww...INDICT!!...Let's CONVICT that RATBOY!!!... Ah, yeah!!!
Tell you Country, Lib'rals are their name.
Tell you, Voters, it's something you can change!!!
Tell us, Willie, where's your shame?!!
Tell you one thing, Slick's to blame!!
Ooh Hoo! Ooh Hoo! Wahoo! Alright! Ooh Hoo Ooh! Ooh Hoo Ooh! Ah yeah!
MUDBOY SLIM
1 Posted on 04/24/2000 06:24:56 PDT by Mudboy Slim
FReegards...MUD
6'-5", 250-pounds...87 inch wingspan. Keep an eye on this fella...he's gonna be a star!!
Wahoo...MUD
BTW...heard his nickname back home in New York is "Dwight!!" But I also hear he's a good kid, so we'll have to keep lookin'...LOL!!
As it has not happened ... ask youself ... why not ... did I miss something ... did I assume something ... what, what, what is it ...?
FReegards...MUD