So it would suggest that Gale is bi-sexual…Mmmmm nice.
Does that mean?? Nah not you Foxy.
I have heard of Foxy lady.
Dough!..Who kneads it?
I just got offered a job as a litter collector!
…no official training-you just pick it up as you go along…
Then there was this job for picking up discarded chewing gum. The applicant was told to go out and just get stuck in.
That was my company,Emjay!
I got a government grant to help get it off the ground!!!
Not on your Nellie Emjay, but there’s something sexy about woman on woman, but Man on Man is just wrong…
Got to agree with you on that.
He had a galefriend from the windy city
She was wild and stormy but very pretty
She was dating that nice chap Mr Ploppy
Who took her out driving in his jalopy
He drove her all around Chicago City
But she fell through the seat, what a pity.;-)
Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where’s or why’s
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can
And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun
Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me
To rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no one sings me lullabys
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky.
Floyd 1971
There was a fella who used to drink with me and a few other old lads and he was livid about chewing gum on the pavements, he never stopped talking about it and giving out. One night he came into the pub beaming from ear to ear and he showed us the evening paper, someone had invented a machine for removing the stuff and the council were going to be the first to buy it. This machine was like a churchill tank, a huge cumbersome thing, I would imagine by the time you got it to the location and got it started up and ready for ‘Picking’ the ordinary street sweeper would have picked up half a ton of chewing gum, talk about using a sledgehammer for cracking a nut, I have to say that in all the times I’ve been to town I never saw the thing in action, maybe they got wise to themselves and gave it back.
The Postman leaves Lastics
Morons Spit Mastic.
You are all barking, up the wrong, tree that is. The word Abigale refers to Big Abs. She is a body building lesbian who drinks ale copiously, hence “A big ale”
You may groan at this interjection, but the hour is late & I have my ablutions to complete before I repair to the bedroom.
Is this Big Abs RJ? I think I knew her mother "Anvil Annie’ she was a Blacksmith in Galway.
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Succinct
this I think
hey Spitfire
I truly admire
Your deeper mind
you are one of a kind
an incisive viewer of life
sharp as any butcher’s knife
views our thoughts as a Martian would
I don’t speak the language, but would if I could
The reason computers will never gain the upper hand
cos the genius secret weapon, spitfire, will scupper their plans
Possibly.
Gosh, she is the spitting image of a girl/hulk on my school dinner table back in the 1950s
SHe vacuumed up all the leftovers & later , rightovers & was in possession of all the qualities us callow youths craved. That is-- hairy arms & armpits, moustache & muscles. She had it all. She cornered me behind the bike sheds one day & said I could look at her knickers for a bite of toffee apple. I declined as I didnt have one. Things turned ugly when she insisted I peer anyway. The strumpet cheated , cos she wasnt wearing any but instead kept a hamster between her legs.
Years later I saw her in a long fur coat in the high street, no doubt all fur coat and still no knickers
The HUlk? WWF wrestler
NOTE to self
Don’t post late at night
We couldn’t afford toffee apples back then RJ, I wonder what she’d let me see for half a slice of bread and drippin’?