I have it on good faith that Suffy-poo breeds donkeys with Beatles type hair on purpose.



And she's a vacay hound.

I also have a photo of her with a man.





YES.

ror !!


btw..where the hell is Franny

The new meat who just blew in.


She is not related in any way to the Belmonts ( who, by the by...are wonderful people.)She's new money.

And she lies.

Geeker,I said she left me ...again.

Isn't she yukking it up with you on FF Book?

No yukking..not even from Sighty Poo

Really?

She hasn't been very active either.



They must be conspiring to do something bad.

There goes my short lived era of good feeling.

Toss EasyBake into that mix.

Where would we be without the hot tamale,Gooey?

God...no sooner I said and---ppphhhtt!!

That's 4 now.

They're plotting to kill me.



Cat-Girl-Do and Honula are also in on it. That makes 6.






Phooey.

What is charisma?

I think we need another Waits song.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KX4apvTdvzE



Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display
Your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you
Calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
Take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you,
You light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one,
But we've never met,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
And it being late, you'd like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you,
And you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split,
The chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you,
You're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
Guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

Waits has been spending too many nights at the Cheap Whiskey Dancer Bar.

ycharleenaustinl




Oh my God.

AngelSita



Make it stop.

It's that time again.


Hop into bed you little fucl<ers.

Goodnightypoo-kins.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qjo15n0mGU

I love chopping Paul's head off....wish he'd post more.

Is the Canadian Mile over??

What are we making?

I know you served up that softball as a piece offering.

Well that took long.

In fact..it's taking so long that I now know the fix is in.

I don't want to read all the pages of posts so fill me in on all your girls abandoning you, the "fix":confused:, and piece offerings.

(Is it because you're now gay?)

SportyFans...you can't say I didn't tell you.

We've all been learning vodoo....

Little wonder I'm dying.

Vodoo has its perks, but it's not nearly as satisfying as storing your fine work in the Ice Box so you can admire it later.

Good point.

Speaking of good points...here's an interesting one.




..really,really...



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkG9B...eature=related






A) Waltzing Matilda

Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet
The sexy boy smiled in dismay
She took out four twenties 'cause she liked round figures
Everybody's queen for a day
Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know I admire your -
- body why don't we slip away
Although I'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin'
Sha-la-la-la, this way

Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Hey, baby, come on, let's slip away

Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a humpin' muscle
Call out the national guard
She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her knees
From off of the formica topped bar
And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly
And boldly out of this world
And despite people's derision
Proved to be more than diversion
Sha-la-la-la, later on

And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly
And showed her where he was coming from
And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently
It was like she'd never ever come
And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
When the sun rose and he made to leave
You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Neither one regretted a thing


B) Street Hassle

Hey, that ****'s not breathing
I think she's had too much
Of something or other, hey, man, you know what I mean?
I don't mean to scare you
But you're the one who came here
And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave
I'm not being smart
Or trying to be cold on my part
And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve
But you know people get all emotional
And sometimes, man, they just don't act rational you know,
They think they're just on TV

Sha-la-la-la, man
Why don't you just slip her away

You know, I'm glad that we met man
It really was nice talking
And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak
But you know it could be a hassle
Trying to explain this all to a police officer
About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed
And it's not like we could help
But there wasn't nothing no one could do
And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first
But when someone turns that blue
Well, it's a universal truth
And then you just know that bitch will never **** again
By the way, that's really some bad ****
That you came to our place with
But you ought to be more careful around the little girls
It's either the best or it's the worst
And since I don't have to choose
I guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest
But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet
And just lay her out in the darkest street
And by morning, she's just another hit and run.
You know, some people got no choice
And they can never find a voice
To talk with that they can even call their own
So the first thing that they see
That allows them the right to be
Why they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck.


C) Slipaway

Well hey(man), that's just a lie,
It's a lie she tells her friends.
'cause the real song, the real song
Where she won't even admit to herself
The beatin' in her heart.
It's a song lots of people know.
It's a painful song
A little sad truth
But life full of sad songs
Penny for a wish
But wishin' won't make you a soldier.
With a pretty kiss for a pretty face
Can't have it's way
Y'know tramps like us, we were born to pay.

Love has gone away
And there's no one here now
And there's nothing left to say
But, oh, how I miss him, baby
Oh, baby, come on and slip away
Come on, baby, why don't you slip away

Love is gone away
Took the rings off my fingers
And there's nothing left to say
But, oh how, oh how I need him, baby
Come on, baby, I need you baby
Oh, please don't slip away
I need your loving so bad, babe
Please don't slip away

I actually met Lou Reed on a Caribbean Island (Mustique). He was at a bar sitting in the corner with Patty Smith. He told me to fucl< off when I said I thought he had died a few years ago.

That's a great story; I do believe you would say that.You should have grabbed the wise guy by the shirt and told him to say that again.



Then spit in Smith's face and turn back to Reed and say..''I didn't hear ya."

Then you gut 'im.






Don't mess with smart as.s punks.

I forgot to take care of Smith.


Chop her head off and put it on a stick.

Also on this Island was Mick Jagger. He came into the bar one night they had a talent contest. His youngest daughter was singing he had a video cam. You would see him on the beach now and then.

The locals would say "Ah yes Mick he like da weed".

Geeker..are you serious?

yup...met tommy hilfiger there too...he was dress in a big green moo moo. I was wondering if that was going to be the next style he planned to introduce. I think shortly after that he went bankrupt.

Good.




Reed actually said that to you?

all true...

What a pri.ck

That's the New York wise guy attitude.




Fucl< him... no more songs.

!


But I'm serious...really,really!!





What a fucl<face.

I hate people like that.

''I thought you were dead."



Double ror!!

Gud wun!!