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Building Fun at Jim-n-Lauren's

Started by TackleTheWorld, September 15, 2006, 05:39 PM NHFT

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Russell Kanning

We can bring salad and some beer. I will eat and comment on Lloyds technique through the window .... near the stove.

Tom Sawyer

Dog gone Russell and his beer... that guy has a real drinking problem.

eques

Quote from: Tom Sawyer on January 30, 2007, 10:10 AM NHFT
Dog gone Russell and his beer... that guy has a real drinking problem.

What, does he spill it all over himself?

What a shameful waste of beer.

Tom Sawyer

No just all the salty language and bawdy drinking ditties.

Jim Johnson

Here is the ditty Russell taught me while we were learning to drink in Bishop School.


THE SEXUAL, LIFE OF THE CAMEL

The sexual life of the camel is stranger than anyone thinks,
At the height of the mating season he tries to bugger the sphinx,
But the sphinx's posterior orifice is clogged by the sands of the Nile,
Which accounts for the hump on the camel and the sphinx's inscrutable smile.

CHORUS:

Singing: Bum titty-titty bum titty-titty-titty bum,
Bum titty-titty bum titty-titty bum. Aye.
Singing: Bum titty-titty bum titty-titty bum.
The arse hole is here to stay.

The sexual life of the ostrich is stranger than that of man.
At the height of the mating season she buries her head in the sand.
When along comes the male of the species and sees this great arse in the air,
Will he ask if it's male or female or does he really care.

?CHORUS

'Twas Christmas eve at harem and the eunuchs all were there,
Observing the vestigal virgins combing their pubic hair.
When the voice of Father Christmas came echoing through the hall,
Asking what would you like for Christmas and the eunuchs all answered balls.

?CHORUS

In the process of civilization from anthropoid down to man,
It is generally held that the Navy has buggered whatever it can.
But recent extensive researches conducted by Darwin and Ball,
Prove conclusively that the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.

?CHORUS

But theorems were meant to be broken as in the postulate written above.
Regarding the plight of the hedgehog and the boundaries of sexual love,
For a crafty ol' naval bugger left his memoirs to Harvard & Yale,
Simply stating the fact that the hedgehog can be buggered by shaving his tail.


:occasion14:

Kat Kanning

Awww, that was beautiful.  I especially liked the semi-porcupine reference.

Lloyd Danforth


Kat Kanning


Lloyd Danforth


Pat K

As much as I would like to come and play
I will be unable to attend.
Some one please drive a nail and drink a beer for me.

TackleTheWorld

Oh yeah we are on for Superbowl Sunday!

I'll be ready about 9am.  People can arrive anytime after that.
Sue said she will bring fresh cinnamon buns, no,  sticky rolls, no,
... those sweet spiral bread products.

cathleeninnh

I have chocolate. Told Don not to touch. Smells good!

Cathleen

Pat K

Quote from: cathleeninnh on February 03, 2007, 07:32 PM NHFT
I have chocolate. Told Don not to touch. Smells good!

Cathleen


Don is being tortured!!!

cathleeninnh


Tom Sawyer

Will be a chilly one tomorrow. ;)
****************************
Dreamed I was an Eskimo

(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop-bop Ta-da-da)

Frozen wind began to blow

(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop-bop Ta-da-da)

Under my boots 'n around my toe

(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop-bop Ta-da-da)

Frost had bit the ground below

(Boop-boop aiee-ay-ah!)

Was a hundred degrees below zero

(Booh!)

(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop-bop Ta-da-da)

And my momma cried:

Boo-a-hoo hoo-ooo

And my momma cried:

Nanook-a, no no (no no . . . )

Nanook-a, no no (no no . . . )

Don't be a naughty Eskimo-wo-oh

(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop-bop Ta-da-da)

Save your money: don't go to the show

Well I turned around an' I said:

HO HO

(Booh!)

Well I turned around an' I said:

HO HO

(Booh!)

Well I turned around an' I said:

HO HO

An' the Northern Lites commenced t' glow

An' she said

(Bop-bop ta-da-da bop . . . )

With a tear in her eye:

WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO

AN' DON'T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW

WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO

AN' DON'T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW

Frank Zappa - Don't Eat The Yellow Snow