Posted on 10/16/2002 8:50:03 PM PDT by Mudboy Slim
Keep mouthin' off & you won't need that song.
Find yourself the *subject*.
...having it sung to you, posthumously.
That's Right..."Stairway to Heaven"...why didn't MUD FReep it before now?! 'Cuz MUD always saves the Best Fer Last!!
FReegards...MUD
Then, we'll eat OysterStew together, and become FRiends...MUD
Just ask jla, he'll tell ya I ain't jokin'!!
Y'all SUCK!!! I'm goin' to the record store...MUD
Well not quite.
I said...you had a piece of linguini hangin' between yer legs, in your hand, & you tried threatening me with it.
(Honestly, I laughed so hard I farted in your general direction ~east)
A very big-little difference, y'know?
"What'cher point?!"
Just that the old man's *sensibilities* might be offended by your calling one of the forum's more esteemed participants -- essentially -- a penis-head?
(I mean c'mon boy, the couth term used these days is, "Putz Head," don'tcha know?)
In which case?
Your *noble* thread might just disappear (again) into FR's notoriously bleak "Black-Hole of Nothingness" right along with various 'Rat disruptors & other assorted riff-raff.
Hellovaway to go, boy.
Just watchin' out for your *best* interests.
"I DO know where you and the RedHead live..."
Yea, so what?
I figure 800 miles is a safe enough distance to protect us both against any threat posed by bad breath.
Besides, you'd find you needed me more than I needed you once she grabbed 'hold of (ie, locked onto) that string of linguini & gave *it* a twist or two.
WAAt's da madda, Mud?
Did she (finally) throw yer ass out??
...*that* why ya seem to wanna come here so bad? :o)
Sam Cooke??
Paraphrasing Josey Wales: I reckon so
Ask jla later. He's still chucklin' mighty good after reading this -------> *A* "Virginny Ham dropping through my skylight" could serve as an excellent metaphor describing his arrival, eh?
Women can be sooooo mean and hurtful, can't they?!
LOL...MUD
Yes, my FRiend, that is the LEGAL issue, but I've got MORAL misgivings about Der SchleekMeister as well.
FReegards...MUD
Heh heh heh...gotta give credit where credit's due...the metaphor joke was a zinger...LOL!!
FReegards, all...MUD
"...my thoughts keep tugging toward a group of people who are abused, ostracized and facing a cold winter. It's not right what we do to them, and we should pay attention. I saw them again the other day, shivering in the cold, in the rain, without jackets or coats. The looked out, expressionless, as the great world, busy and purposeful, hurried by on the street. They were lined up along the wall of a business office. At their feet were a small mountain of cigarette butts and litter. They are the punished, the shamed. They are the Smokers."
Reckon I'll haveta fire up a stoagie right now...MUD
There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh~ooh~ooh Ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh~ooh.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Oooh it makes me wonder.
Don't it make YOU wonder?!
There's a feelin' I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Oooh it makes me wonder.
Oooh it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
Oh~ooh whoah~ooh whoah~ooh whoah~ooh
Whoah~hooh~oh~ohh.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by,
But in the long run
An' there's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Ahhh~ah-oh~hoh.
Your head is hummin' and it won't go
In case you don't know,
The piper's callin' you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wi__~hahh~ah-ohh?
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadow's taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all kno__w
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all-yeah
To be a rock and not to ro__ll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
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