The Chief’s son said to his Father, why are you called Sitting Bull? The Chief replied, well, in this society, males are named after the first event witnessed after their birth, anyway, what makes you ask, Twodogs Shagging.
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‘was your friend related to big chief sitting bull cos there’s a lot of that around here too’
Thanks for them laughs lads.
Yes plenty of bullshit about, I have noticed that too Gummy, actually I prefer to deal in drivel and codswallop, bullshit is stock in trade for politicians, when a party political broadcast was about to start on TV my old Dad would shake his head and say ‘Oh no, not another bullshit bulletin’.
RJ is the one for Native American stories, sure wasn’t his Uncle Vivian a blood brother to Cold Cheeese the renegade brave (I can’t spell his name but that’s what it sounds like to me)
They do have such colourful names though, and each name has a meaning, wasn’t it Oscar Wilde who explained that each Indian name is connected to some event or happening about the time of their birth, take Passing Cloud, a beautiful white cloud passed over the sun on the day his mother gave birth to him, or even Sitting Bull, when he was born in a field a great big Bison lay sleeping in the tall grass, ‘He who walks with Snails’ had his mother in labour for two days, and when he grew up he missed out on the battle of little big horn because it took him to long to mount his horse.
Actually when I was born it was a Summers afternoon and a cool flower scented breeze drifted in from Dublin bay, and the mother called me Jem!!:shock:
No imagination them Dublin women back then.
well I was born in the freezing January of '43 at home caesarian entry - how they kept the bedroom warm I don’t know wot with those tiny fireplaces - and I’ve had to face the world quite squarely ever since and spent many a cold January morn deliverin bloody newspapers to earn a dime - rode through the snow to school constantly and fell off a few times - now wot would the red Indians call a guy like that - don’t worry already ducked.
how about big chief freezing balls??
Is it possible, to have a frosted totem pole, and Betty swallocks?
Had I been born a Native American my name would probably be ‘He who makes rocks shine’, but I have to settle for Dublin Bay Jem.
Dublin Bay prawns, never ate them, I hate that kind of sea food, crabs and winkles, yuk!
Reminds me of that old prawn story.
Alan and Christian were two matey prawns, they got along great together and would have been very happy if it were not for them being harrassed by a nasty hammerhead shark every day. Eventually Alan said he’d had enough of it and he was going to ask God to turn him into a bigger shark so he could chase the hammerhead away forever, his wish was granted and next morning he was a fine mature male shark, he duly chased the hammerhead away and went back to his old mate Christian, but Christian was terrified of him and hid under a big rock every time the shark came near.
Alan soon felt isolated and very lonely, he became depressed and eventually pleaded with God to turn him back into a prawn, God took pity on the lonely creature and restored him to his former self. Alan was delighted and rushed to meet his lifelong friend crying out in a joyous voice ‘Look at me! I’m a prawn again Christian’
Is there a back door here where I can creep out?
Anyway I’m off for a pint with me darlin’ wife, see you all tomorrow.
watching deep river monsters -catching lampreys who suck everything out of you! sounds like my wife!!
It is better for a soul mate to Absorb you, rather than Suck you, in the long run, maybe?
Quit talking dirty Spitty
the last time one of my soul mates absorbs me it was quite scary I disappeared into a dark abyss and came around blowing bubbles - the ambulance crew had to give me oxygen and one of them said " the next time you do that you’ll be a gonna - they have means of squeezing the life out ya"!
they said " ya only meant to do it once in ya life and then they slap ya bottom too!!"
Gummy, can I recommend you Lob your Bido.
RJ he’s talkin dirty again!! can ya get ya recipirical out and read him a verse or three?
ps: excuse me for a while but I am charging with the light brigade and walkin up the kokoda??
Gummy, I thought only a Lady could multitask, anyway, what is Cock Oh Dear??
Oh gosh, not again.
I have woken up a parallel universe.
Stop me if I’ve mentioned this before .
later… got chores to do
you illiterate coq au van from middlesex - haven’t you heard of the infamous kakoda trail that snakes through PNG and was used by the japs and the Aussies to wage war - or were you comfortable in your sheepskin beds at night dreaming of the Kingdom upon which the sun never sets??
anyway get on with ya diamond cutter and cut us some more concrete for the chain gang!
Your Mulling-Tit if yer Ask me.
I ain’t started cutting yet, I got thrown out the Toolhire Shop, the geezer asked me which “Grinder” I wanted, I said " A-Cute one" he told me I was “Being Obtuse”.
I nodded off at 10.30 PM last night , woke up at 1.30AM and am now wide awake.
If I try to get off to sleep again I will have to face laying in a stuffy bed waiting for sleep to engulf me, but I know it won’t.
I raid the fridge eventually feeling uncomfortable after eating a slice off of a bloomer, lathered with butter, a thick yoghurt, a glass of milk, coffee, a twix left over from the wandering halloweeners last night. None turned up, that’s a first.
WE were out until 8PM. It could have been that they came early, only to find a house in darkness & no car. Shame ennit?
Anything on tv, I can watch it in silence …with subtitles, rather like those gritty continental films of yesteryear. Chesty Morgan in DEADLY WEAPONS springs to mind, and FLESH by Andy Warhol featuring his protégé JOE DALLASANDRO.
My that was a long time ago. I left school in 1964, 50 years ago. I don’t feel that I’m old enough to be able to say” Fifty years ago, I was…”
I think I’ll read. Actually I’m too tired. I might just go back to bed.
I entered the fair hamlet of Basingstoke in June 1962 and what a sight for sore eyes - a quaint old rambling Hants village that needed a lick of paint - had a railway station on one hill and the Town Hall on another -they had just begun building the “new” bus station and what a mess they made of that - the London overspill gone mad - still with dozens of pubs and a bus service from the top of one hill to the other what mattered we were out for blood sports!!
if you’d played ya cards right RJ we could have rubbed shoulders in the workforce but I’mm sure PPH put terror in the hearts of many!!
Listen on those stats, barring an unforeseen, Spitty will be posting long after the inevitable, anything you geezers would like posthumous, like?
Yes please, tell Laura I love her.