Them’s the breaks Pug, as our American friends say.
I remember as a very young boy going down to the shops with my granny, she was holding me hand and as we got to the end of the street we saw old Mr. Murphy lying on his back on a trolly under his beloved car, it was raised on concrete blocks in the tiny front garden he had, he would surface now and then, saying things like “Where did I leave that f…ing spanner?” and “This f…ing nut won’t f…ing budge” then he spotted the grandmother “Oh God! I hope you didn’t hear me Mrs Mac” “Indeed I did, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself in front of the young lad here, every day you’re doing something with that bloody car, why don’t you sell it and buy an Ass”
That always stuck in my mind, could possibly be the reason I have never been interested in cars all me life, I know nothing about them and don’t want to know, as far as I can see everyone who has a car has always something to moan about it, I have enough troubles as it is.
Oh to have a car, a wonderful car, to take me on a drive
With the roof folded down, and the countryside all around
The birds a singing, bees a buzzing, oh it’s great to be alive
Then at a sudden touch, bang goes the clutch, and everything comes to a stop
And I’m stranded in County Clare, without food or bus fare
So I sit there lost and in mental pain, then it begins to rain
The roof won’t fix back, it keeps going slack
I get out drenched and just fall on the grass
“Oh sweet Jesus!, my kingdom for an Ass”
Pug oul son, I shall seek out your illusive serpent and report later.
I think I spot him, an inch and a half down from the top. and about an inch off centre to the left I see the head and the body of a snake, although it could be dead because I’ve been staring at it for fifteen minutes and it hasn’t moved yet.:shock:
Ok,cherubs…1st,the picture…
…iff’n you look to the left of the central faded green leaf,you can make out an ‘S’ shape…slowwwwwly let your eyes follow that “S”…follow it down,suddenly you’re looking at a Copperhead snake.
BLOODY good camo,wot,wot?!?
Secondly,Jem,me ol’ mate-regarding cars…
I like my women the way I like my coupe’s.
…topless…
I like women who drive me around in theirs cars whilst applying their makeup - most exciting. Snakes? in the grass - in the garden of Eden? the chinese make a nice dish of snake soup - dead of course
their was a young fellow called snake
who would amuse the young girls with his snake
it would sliver around and they’d make wonderful sounds
and they’d plead “do it again with no breaks”!
Snakes on a plane, terrible film. The poor snake has been labelled the villain ever since satan disguised himself as one in the garden of Eden, slithering up the apple tree, what if he had chosen to be a monkey? how come there are monkey trees and no snake trees?
And he sang to Eve, “Don’t slither up the apple tree with anyone else but me…”:-
Matters not how many snakes it takes to entice a woman
She should always be on her toes and see them comin’
If she falls she should not take the blame
For bringing the human race to shame
There’s no need for them to carry the can
Sure we all know that the devil is a man.;-)
How are you keeping RJ, I hope everything is OK with you.
Yeah-it’s all that EVE’s fault!
After all,she went into the Garden of Eden,filled with fig trees…and found an apple!
NOWHERE in the various Bibles,are apple trees mentioned.
Figs and dates,yes…but no apples. BUT,being a woman,she found one anyway.
me too hated them all until in old HK found them placing lovely fruit patterns on the creamed nude bodies of asian beauties - then I found myself gorging on fruit just to get to the bottom of it
There you go, you learn something new everyday here. where I come from a cream puff was either a fancy cake or a gay man. I’m just wondering now if any member of the famous five ever eat a cream puffin when they were on puffin island.
I used to have a lady boss, a fine big lump of a woman God bless her, she was an amateur magician, but she had asthma and smoked pot to boot, Puff the magic dragon we used to call her behind her back.;-)
was that the great radishee magicee the greatest card trickster this side of the Pennines who could pull radishes the size of rabbits out of his hat?
I once knew a magician who told me the art of magic is never takes ya eyes of ya balls - who was talkin through is horse of course! He was eventually carried off in a coffin that kept disappearing from the shoulders of the bearers - the horses got quite skittish and suddenly bolted into the beyond - his final disappearing trick of all times!
