Now the thought of meeting her
Makes me weak in the knees
Doggy pie
My position is tragic,
Come and show me the magic.....
Of yer Bunnywood song
Bunny pie, come back to me
Debacle, I ain't been drinkin' none, cept fer a lttle moonshine and you know that there shine ain't got no alkyhaul, maybe just a tad, unless it's the stuff Setanta makes which shines all the way to Canada, but he ain't been in this neck of the woods or this nekid of the woods fer a spell. Ifn ya ask me, it's that preacher, Joe Bob Slowbaker tha's been drinkin' and drivin' all over these hills. So if yer gonna throw anybody in the klinker, it should be that there preacher man and all his hell fire and brimstone yak, yak, yak. I gets mighty tired of bein' told I'm goin' to hell ifn I don't repent my sins. Why should I repent something I enjoy so much, is what I want to know? What else is there to do around these here parts other than collectin' road kill? Why, I just luv to digress and if Joe Bob doesn't like it, well it probably means I'm doin' it right!!
It ain't the minuet, Gladys. It's a freakin' habanera!
Yes - but, Debacle, do you REMEMBER the minuet?
Doggie breath
you are driving me mazy
I love you but it's hazy
around your mouth and arse!
(Lordy - dat Jespah gonna get me - I doan know nuthin' 'bout gagging no foul mouf o' mine!)
Bunny my dear
Though i spend my days in conversation please
Be good to me, Bunny my dear, don't forget me
Hold your head up, you silly girl
Look what you've done
When you find yourself in the thick of it
Help yerself to a bit of what is all around you
Silly girl
Take a good look around you
Take a good look around you
And you will see
That you and me
Weren't meant to be for each other......
Silly doooooog...
I'll keep an eye peeled fer Joe Bob, Diane. Spect I'll fine 'im down to the Roadkill Rotissary. He fines stuffed woodchuck mighty toothsome, I hear tell.
Minuet ... me, Deb? I think you maude been on somethin' strongern usual.
Wot you harrumphing about, li'l deeruahua?
hey debacle, got together last night with a few former and current marines, even had a token squid, a former seal. a current d.i. at the naval academy called "master of the drill" or some such is on guam with some of his students. turns out the gunny is from guam and the plebes he brought with him are from here too. doing some recruiting i guess. anyways had us a few (whew) shots of good ole' jack. seems to be the unofficial marine corps drink. a good time was had by all, nobody fell down and we left the bar intact. i feel surprisingly well this morning considering i have no money left in my wallet.
pueo, You treated the whole squad, squid? ha, ha.... couldn't resist. c.i.
i'm almost finished writing my woodchuck ballad, maybe even sing it later if Lola doesn't shush me.
