I’ve been out searching the garage all afternoon.
I’m not a flowery person meself but the wife loved the flowers Gumbud, she loves blooms of every description, she says thanks for posting the video.
I have no idea who to credit this to, and I certainly never heard it before but I’d love to have a bottle of whatever he/she was drinking when he/she wrote it, I love it, try practicing it on your voice recognition device.
A fat hen
A fat hen, a couple of ducks
A fat hen, a couple of ducks, three brown bears
A fat hen, a couple of ducks, three brown bears, four more chairs
A fat hen, a couple of ducks, three brown bears, four more chairs, five fat frivolous females
A fat hen, a couple of ducks, three brown bears, four more chairs, five fat frivolous females, six simple simons sitting on a stump
A fat hen, a couple of ducks, three brown bears, four more chairs, five fat frivolous females, six simple simons sitting on a stump, seven Sinbad the sailors sailing sailing the seven seas
A fat hen, a couple of ducks, three brown bears, four more chairs, five fat frivolous females, six simple simons sitting on a stump, seven Sinbad the sailors sailing the seven seas, eight egotistical ecologists evaluating the earths expectancy
A fat hen, a couple of ducks, three brown bears, four more chairs, five fat frivolous females, six simple simons sitting on a stump, seven Sinbad the sailors sailing sailing the seven seas, eight egotistical ecologists evaluating the earths expectancy, nine nude Nubian nymphs nimbly nibbling on gnats knuckles and nicotine
A fat hen, a couple of ducks, three brown bears, four more chairs, five fat frivolous females, six simple simons sitting on a stump, seven Sinbad the sailors sailing the seven seas, eight egotistical ecologists evaluating the earths expectancy, nine nude Nubian nymphs nimbly nibbling on gnats knuckles and nicotine, ten, a skunk sat on a stump, the skunk thunk the stump stunk and the stump thunk the skunk stunk so the stinking skunk got off the stinking stump
A fat hen, a couple of ducks, three brown bears, four more chairs, five fat frivolous females, six simple simons sitting on a stump, seven Sinbad the sailors sailing the seven seas, eight egotistical ecologists evaluating the earths expectancy, nine nude Nubian nymphs nimbly nibbling on gnats knuckles and nicotine, ten, a skunk sat on a stump, the skunk thunk the stump stunk and the stump thunk the skunk stunk so the stinking skunk got off the stinking stump eleven if you stick a stock of liquor in your locker it is slick to put a lock upon your stock, or some joker who is quicker is gonna trick you of your liquor if you fail to lock your liquor with a lock! 
whats flowers and garages got in common?
say again??
http://www.over50sforum.com/picture.php?albumid=820&pictureid=6773
He is engraved in stone in the National War Memorial in Washington,
DC- back in a small alcove where very few people have seen it. For
the WWII generation, this will bring back memories. For you younger
folks, it’s a bit of trivia that is a part of our American history. Anyone
born pre-WWII is familiar with Kilroy. No one knew why he was so
well known- but everybody seemed to get into it.
So who was Kilroy?
any guesses?
In 1946 the American Transit Association, through its radio program,
“Speak to America”, sponsored a nationwide contest to find the real
Kilroy, offering a prize of a real trolley car to the person who could
prove himself to be the genuine article. Almost 40 men stepped
forward to make that claim, but only James Kilroy from Halifax,
Massachusetts, had evidence of his identity.
Well well, everyday is a schoolday, Kilroy kept the riveters on their toes, confused Hitler and helped win the war, bit of a superhero that lad. Thanks for the information folks.
That prompted me to look up another fella who’s name gets banded about a lot but I didn’t know where the expression came from.
The expression “Living the life of Riley” suggests an ideal contented life, possibly living on someone else’s money, time, or work. Rather than a negative freeloading or golddigging aspect, it implies that someone is kept or advantaged.
The expression is of uncertain origin, and is first attested from around World War I, particularly in American servicemen. Various theories exist as to the origin, such as to an origin in the 1880s, a time when James Whitcomb Riley’s poems depicted the comforts of a prosperous home life,[3] but it could have an Irish origin—after the Reilly clan consolidated its hold on County Cavan, they minted their own money, accepted as legal tender even in England. These coins, called “O’Reillys” and “Reilly’s” became synonymous with a monied person, and a gentleman freely spending was “living on his Reillys”. (Wiki)
well done solo you’ve won the booby prize or do you already have prize boobies??
and to end the story"
To help prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought along
officials from the shipyard and some of the riveters. He won the
trolley car, which he gave to his nine children as a Christmas gift
and set it up as a playhouse in the Kilroy yard in Halifax, Massachusetts.
Good to see a nice happy ending for a change.
“The lock upon my garden gate’s a snail, that’s what it is
The lock upon my garden gate’s a snail, that’s what it is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is”
A verse from Donovan’s song “There is a Mountain”, I liked the tune but could never figure it out, for decades I’ve always wondered what was on his garden gate, I used to think he was saying “Block upon my garden gate a sail that’s what it is” Then the mountain bit, could he be referring to the then EEC ‘Butter Mountain’ I thought? They had an over production of butter which was eventually doled out to those on unemployment at the time, then the mountain was no more, but a few years later it was back again, even back then they were experts a making a balls of things. But when he didn’t follow up in the next verse with the EEC ‘Wine Lake’ I scrapped that thought.
Whatever these songwriters were on back then certainly sent their minds out of this world, I was there but how did I miss all that? I suppose the big baddie back then was the drink, drugs weren’t heard of in my youth, I remember going to a dance in the city centre with a few mates, this bloke steps out of a doorway and asks me did I want to buy a smoke, he showed me an extra long cigarette and was asking for half a crown for it, it was only one and six into the dance hall for Gods sake, I laughed and told him I could get a whole packet for that and still have change, ah those innocent days.:-)
I had a thought this evening. Nurse Gillian was transporting me somewhere , passing a pub which Iused to frequent of a Saturday night before heading off to the main event, the TOP RANK SUITE.
Anyway, this I have to relate to set the scene.
I always think of the old days when we were tanking up on RED Barrel or boilermakers (brown & mild) . Every time I pass this pub I have the same thought.
Here is my point.
Is life like that? Do we react in a regular, predictable way when a familiar situation arises. This can be for good or ill.
Rather like the ABORIGINE dream time, when they leave their bodies behind whilst they rove far and wide over the paths their ancestors trod. Remembering and embracing their ancestors living spirits.
Is that too deep for a Thursday?
well you could leave it until Man Friday gets here??
Nice to hear from you again RJ, I hope you’re well.
Very deep stuff for an old man on a Thursday night. I think the Aborigine got the right idea, leaving the body behind saves a lot of bother, no suitcases, passports, tickets and what have you. First though you have to stuff your brain with mucho historical knowledge about the place your going to visit then off you go in your armchair, safest way to travel I always say.
Yes I think we all react in a predicable way to a familiar situation, the once bitten twice shy instinct takes over at first and we precede with caution, then after a few Red Barrels we tend to let the drawbridge down, puny humans that we are.
Yes,yes-you types chatter away for hours on here,yet still we have no answer to the age-old question “Who put the sand in the Vaseline!”?
Mind you,I have my doubts about scepticism…after all,I once opened an Origami school-but it folded. So I joined a rock group. We called ourselves ‘Missing Cat’. Perhaps you’ve seen our posters?
Thanks Jem.
In my dictionary I looked up the definition of “Gentleman”
The entry read. “See under JEM”
I heard that Marlon Brando actually used “I CANT BELIEVE ITS NOT BUTTER” in that scene in the film LAST TANGO IN PARIS.
While we’re on the subject of posters I believe I’m right in saying Bill Stickers who was prosecuted is due for parole & is said to be unrepentant. Apparently he formed a close friendship with KILROY Wazere & plan a Banksey type campaign to encourage meaningful GRAFFiti in public places.
Ah thanks what a lovely thing to say RJ, who needs Marlon Brando, your not bad at the buttering up yourself.;-)
He uses a lot of butter when he’s on a roll!!
On the ball there Gumbud.
Recent topics.
Virginia Wades knickers up for sale, she swore she never wore ‘em
Brand new they are, ‘cos I read it on the forum.
Football of course has it’s share of strikers and kickers
Who make enough in a second to buy Miss Wade’s knickers
But lets all be sane and logical, keep level headed
Not like the woman who’s fortune she shredded
Exercising the brain can be tedious and very tiring
Especially when damaged and in need of rewiring
And Spitty has me almost a nervous wreak
Moving his little man around by the scruff of the neck
My little devil won’t stay on a country road or a lane
Keeps jumping back and it’s driving me insane.