WARNING! The following may be hazardous to your sense of decency and your fine, upstanding........ what's the opposite of moral turpitude?
Anyway....... if you can't take a joke, don't want to be the butt/ass of a joke and just can't remember the last time you enjoyed a joke.....
PLEASE DO NOT READ ON!!!
(you have to imagine this as fine print girls........)
*The management cannot be held responsible for any loss of common sense, higher brain function, any kind of standards whatsoever nor consciousness of higher or lessor degree.....*
I only have time for a quickie ladies so here's a little song
someone wrote with us in mind...............
Do your boobs hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro....
Can you tie'm in a knot, can you tie'm in a bow?
Can you throw'em over your shoulder
like a Continental soldier (and I ask you, has anyone EVER actually thrown a Continental soldier over their shoulder in the first place?!!)
DO YOUR BOOBS HANG LOW????
*might I also add that my flabber has never been quite as gasted
as it has in the fine company of you gracious ladies!*
I'll be back ASAP!
Anyway....... if you can't take a joke, don't want to be the butt/ass of a joke and just can't remember the last time you enjoyed a joke.....
PLEASE DO NOT READ ON!!!
(you have to imagine this as fine print girls........)
*The management cannot be held responsible for any loss of common sense, higher brain function, any kind of standards whatsoever nor consciousness of higher or lessor degree.....*
I only have time for a quickie ladies so here's a little song
someone wrote with us in mind...............
Do your boobs hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro....
Can you tie'm in a knot, can you tie'm in a bow?
Can you throw'em over your shoulder
like a Continental soldier (and I ask you, has anyone EVER actually thrown a Continental soldier over their shoulder in the first place?!!)
DO YOUR BOOBS HANG LOW????
*might I also add that my flabber has never been quite as gasted
as it has in the fine company of you gracious ladies!*
I'll be back ASAP!
Replies
The Travolta movie was Saturday Night Fever...SO from my era. It was horrible growing up with disco, but I love listening to it now in retrospect, I think because I know it is in the past and it\'s a reminder of yet another negative thing in my past that I lived through! And as for the boobs thing? What little I have is \"hanging\" in there and holding its own. Of course with not much there to begin with, there isn\'t much damage that gravity can do.
Janine do you hurry home to read what we\'ve added... its like we\'re gremlins and we just take over your page at will... I\'d apologize but look at what a gift you\'re giving the world... I mean me and Kaydeedid we\'re embarking on a whole new career... and if yall will come with your tutus and do the John Travolta thing for us as back up... oh man folks are throwing money at the stage... huh... I\'m sorry... excuse me sir... I didn\'t hear you... oh... the money is to get us to leave... hmmmmmmmmm ok... but yall are gonna need to throw some more money... lots more money... oh yeah... that\'s the thing... thank you... we\'re gonna leave yall... but we still need some more of that pretty green... the larger the number on that currency sir... that\'s what will help get us out of here... Uh Oh... I think I hear sirens... OK ladies come on we\'re out of here... Its OK... I\'m gonna get us more play dates...
I actually used to love watching people disco... The way they synchronized their movements... I mean some of these kids were good... I like watching dancing with the stars too... I\'m about as graceful as a water buffalo so I\'ve always admired graceful movement... I do thank you for telling me simbelsa... I have these senior moments from time to time... sometimes... most of the time... ahhhhh well if I can\'t remember I just drift off into inanities... and that\'s a hoot... Glad to see your here by the way... I\'ve been neglecting you I\'m sorry... and I\'m just glad to see you... Hugs Elissa
I\'m just thinking about what you said about not having much... me either and my husband... oh so wise... telling me all over a mouth full is a waste... but... he lies.... I know whenever you see tits in a movie his vision problems... yeah right.... force him to sit up for a closer look... grrrrrrrrr oh well... guess he\'s married not dead... Yet..... Hee Hee... Did I mention murder mysterys are like one of my favorite kind of books... he\'d be surprised what a person can learn from reading fiction... oh dear... I sure hope nothing happens to him... some folks might think that was a confession.... *Smile* Naw folks truly... I\'m crazy... but I\'m neither suicidal or homicidal.... ok ok... I better go fix supper... Frying oysters and baking potatoes... and salad and garlic french bread... You know what they say about oysters... I\'ve heard that\'s a myth... OK I\'m going.... going... oh you wicked girl... I\'m melting.... melting... ohhhhhhhhhhh
Did Elissa just melt into an oyster shell?
Will there be a pearl?
Just so there\'s not flying monkeys! Lord I thought the pigeons were dirty birds...monkeys are much messier. We\'d all be under the piano.
I could NEVER watch the flying monkeys...they frightened me so...consider me under the piano.
THAT\'S WHY I LEFT MUNCHKIN LAND, COULDN\'T STAND THAT WICKED WITCH AND HER NASTY LITTLE MONKEYS.... YES WE\'RE BACK, BOY DO I HAVE A STORY TO TELL. I\'M MUCH TOO TIRED NOW, I MUST RECOUP FIRST TEE HEE HEE, I TOOK SOME PICTURES OF MY SILVER FOX AND OUR CAMP TO SHARE WITH YA\'LL, BUT I HAVE TO GET MY DAUGHTER TO PUT THEM ON HERE FOR ME.YAY YA\'LL WILL KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE SOON WHAT FUN! LOVE YOU ALL AND MISSED YA A LOT!