Posted on 12/13/2002 12:26:55 PM PST by Mudboy Slim
Heck no...I really am going to Whup Whorealdo's Arse...MUD
FReegards...MUD
FReegards...MUD
BTW...I've been pushin' a new television concept with the Fox Network called "Celebrity Arse-Whuppin'!!"...LOL!!
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Ehh, hate to break it to you, Mud, but I've a sneaking suspicion that your collection of Irish tunes were all written in the vicinity of Tin Pan Alley.
Maybe the ladies will direct you to the authentic stuff.
I would've came down to that new saloon, but I assumed Happy Hour was over by the time I got home from work@8:00PM.
I'll stop by this week to get my reading glasses, (which will become extinct after I get my Lasik laser correction), I just have to meet the gal that said "I do" to you!
BTW...Don't do anything stupid like put my glasses on one of those hairy cats of yours. LOL
Didn't some white-supremicist, neo-Nazi, white-laced-Doc Martin-wearing buffoon hit him in the snozz with a chair during the taping of an episode of his former TV talk show??
I am...MUD
That's cool, but yer differences in opinion over a women's right to slaughter her unborn child needn't make y'all adversaries necessarily, my FRiend...MUD
BTW..."I would've came down to that new saloon"
We do gotta do it again...that place rocks with hundreds of microbrewery beers that you'd love!!
"MUD's Spin Cries 'Willie!!'"
(To be sung to Jimi Hendrix' "The Wind Cries Mary")
{c:Intro |: Eb E F Eb E F :| (use barre chords)}
[C]After all the [Bb]jacks are in their [F]boxes
[C]And the clowns have [Bb]all gone to [F]bed
[C]You can hear happiness [Bb]staggering on [F]down the street
[G]Footsteps [Bb]dressed in [Eb]red[E][F]
[G]And the [Bb]wind whispers [Eb]Mar[E]y[F][Eb][E][F]
[C]A broom is [Bb]drearily [F]sweeping
[C]Up the broken peices of [Bb]yesterday's [F]life
[C]Somewhere a [Bb]queen is [F]weeping
[G]Somewhere a [Bb]king has no [Eb]wif[E]e[F]
[G]And the wind [Bb]cries [Eb]Mar[E]y[F][Eb][E][F]
{c:Solo over: |: F Eb Bb Ab :| 3x G Bb Db F}
[C]The traffic lights turn [Bb]blue to[F]morrow
[C]And shine the emptyness [Bb]down on my [F]bed
[C]The tiny island [Bb]sags [F]downstream
[G]Cause the life that [Bb]lived is [Eb]dea[E]d[F]
[G]And the wind [Bb]screams [Eb]Mar[E]y[F][Eb][E][F]
[C]Will the wind [Bb]ever re[F]member
[C]The names it has [Bb]blown in the [F]past
[C]With its crutch, its old [Bb]age, and its [F]wisdom
[G]It whispers no, this will [Bb]be the [Eb]las[E]t[F]
[G]And the wind [Bb]cries [Eb]Mar[E]y[F][Eb][E][F][Eb][E][F][Eb][E][F]
Pre-FReep...MUD
After all, the RATS are soooo obnoxious!!
Now, the Left has all gone to bed...
You can hear MudboySlim staggering all thru his FReeps...
Justice Shall Be Had!!
And MUD's spin whispers, "Willie!!"
Landru is merrily FReepin'...
Up the broken peices of an imperfect life.
Somewhere RATS' Queen is weeping...
Somewhere Ol' Slim whups young Spike!!
And MUD's spin cries, "Willie!!"
(BigMan on rhythm...Mike Nailin' the Lead!!)
The FReepin' Right wears blue tomorrow...
The Fight 'gainst Socialists...Right Shall Now Win!!
The Medyuh Whiners can all "BITE ME!!"
Cause yer Lib'ral S#I+ is dead!!!
And MUD's Tunes Scream, "JUSTICE!!"
Will Ol' Slick ever remember...
The Kids HE HAS KILLED in the past?!!
Slick's a KLUTZ, he'll be raped, by his CellMate!!
MUD whispers, "YO!! Tyranny Shall Not Last!!"
And then Slim boinked Chelsea........
Post-FReep...MUD
"Post-FReep...MUD
111 posted on 12/18/2002 1:03 AM EST by Mudboy Slim"
35 minutes...and I returned all my pings in the meantime...MUD
We can't tell her yer coming then, 'cuz she KNOWS all you FReepers are Trailer-Park Trash who are gonna steal the MudCave as soon as we leave fer work the next day...LOL!!! No, the Missuz has met one FReeper other than me in her life...and it scair't the dickens outta her!!
Here's my version of the story...but both Dirty Harry and the Missuz might add a little spin to it!!
Me and the Missuz rented out a cabin on summer out at Hungry Mother State Park in Marion, Virginia and I'd been telling some of my Southwest Virginia FRiends that we needed to get together sometime when I got out to their neck of the woods. Well, Dirty Harry knew my name, and I told him we were heading out to a cabin in Hungry Mother and that he should page me and we'd get together for lunch or something. Somehow our wires get crossed and he comes a day earlier than I'm expecting and both he and my family are sitting out on the Beach all day but neither of us has any clue what the other looks like...LOL!! Anyway, we go back to the cabin only to find out we're outta toilet paper so while Renee and the kids are showering up, I book on over to the MainOffice to get ourselves some TP. While I'm gone, Dirty Harry pulls up to our cabin on his Harley!!! And this is where it gets a little hazy...the Missuz claims that Harry's wearing nuthin' but a red,white&blue speedo when he hops off that hog and askes "Is Mudboy Slim here?!"
The Missuz 'bout had a heart attack gettin' the young'uns back into the cabin, safe from this apparent MADMAN!! Luckily, I show up a coupla minutes later and meet DirtyHarry, one of the most genuinely nice dudes you'd ever wanna meet--and a Nebraska Cornhusker to boot--and he was wearin' cut-off jeans over whatever bathing suit he was wearing underneath, and I didn't ask to see them as the RW&B Speed-O story wasn't relayed to me until after DH leaves...LOL!!
So, jla, you'll be only the third FReeper my wife has ever met, and she sincerely believes the first two are raving lunatics...so please behave!!
FReegards...MUD
Well, she's walkin' through the clouds...
With her Lib'ral Mind...RAT's mind-numbed child.
Sure, Slick lies and Bill RAPES...still FOOLS kneel!!
Willie, fare thee well...
Yer all MUD ever thinks about!!!
Sorry 'Bout Ol' Slick!!
Sure, I'm MAD...that's why I FReep!!
With Ten Thousand Smiles FRiends give to me FRee...)8^D!!
"Yes, we're Right!!" MUD says, "Left Ain't Right!!
Yes, MUD shall sing fer Justice, Beel...SlixMUDZbi+c#!!......SlixMUDZbi+c#!!
(BigMan on Lead...Disco on rhythm)
FReegards...MUD
Hey MUD...where ya' goin' with that song in yer head?!
I said "Hey MUD!! Where ya goin' with that song in yer head?!"
I'm goin' out to FRY Bill Clinton now Slick's been Traitorin' round with some ChinaMen!!
I said, "I'm goin' out to FRY Slick Willie now he's been scummin' 'round with some GirleyMen!!
Hey MUD, tell me what are you gonna do?!
Hey MUD, tell me what are you gonna do?!
Well I guess I'll Whup Bill Clinton...that's what I'll do!!
Yes, I guess I'll Whup the Lib'rals afore I'm through!!
Hey MUD...tell me where are you gonna go?!
Hey dude, tell US how's it all gonna go?!
Well, I think we'll throw down in our Capital...Re-Impeach RATS' 'HO!!
Yes, I think Left'll go down and then ALL MEN can be FRee!!
And there justa might be a hangman's rope gonna be put around Slick...Treason's a Capital Crime...YEAH!!
FReegards...MUD
I'll go one better, I'll sing 'em for ye if you like :-) BTW J. when are you planning on having the Lasik done? I am working in our New Ross office this week because one of the female reporters down here has just gone in to have the jobbie done on her peepers. :-)
Yup; I do believe so.
The first, last, & only time I was cheering for a Nazi, too. {g}
Don'tchu worry.
...that sucker had been layed-over -- by someone -- before.
I see.
...and he gets special grades for passing using a 6'long stick for defense, and for using numchucks, and I specifically remember these batons that look like a "T", but one end is longer than the other and you hold onto the legs of two of them and swing them around to whack the other dude in the head or crotch or wherever."
There're many types of weapons in the ancient martial arts arsenal.
I'm familiar with everything you've mentioned; in fact, just acquired my first pair of (practice) numchucks.
Oughta be interesting learning how to handle these things; although, a wicked device called only a, "Comma" looks really interesting, too.
"Mark usedta be quite the wildman as a young'un, but he readily admits his martial arts training got his life focused again as he definitely wasn't pre-law before the martial arts training became such a major part of his life."
Yes, the arts can dramatically change one's life; make no mistake about that.
As a memeber of our, "Black Belt Club" I've had to make certain commitments to my instructors, *&*, to myself.
Obligations I take very seriously.
"Not really, although when you get to the point he is, yer sorta like a Teacher'sAssistant for those less far along than yourself."
Of course.
Doesn't take his impressive ranking to be expected to assist the lower ranks, such as that.
Although, one's really fortunate if they've a ranked BB to help.
"He does compete, though...I've gotta bring the kids to see UncleMark perform someday!!"
You've gotta do more than that too, y'know.
One day you must have UncleMark introduce your babies -- when they're around 7 or 8 -- to his club.
The discipline will help your children to achieve anything that set their sights throughout their life & make your job parenting infinetly easier & enriching.
~& the cost is nominal, a true value if ever there were.
I kid-you-not.
Then after the kids are enrolled?
UncleMark should try to persuade you to become involved, with your children.
Before ya get too fat. :o)
There isn't a better way -- under the sun -- for a Father and/or Mother & their children to bond, grow together as a family in a realistic & practical way suitable to these strange times we're living in.
...none.
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