ehBeth, We all know that woodchucks only sing with chipmunks. I can hear that melody - in my head......
c.i.
Ack, now I've got that dang Chipmunks' Xmas song in my head! And the woodchucks are harmonizing!
Do the woodchucks perhaps whistle while they work? And why is it that my hands seem to keep trying to type woodchicks? I suppose that's another matter entirely.
DEB - what a lovely, haikuesque, little poem!!!
Of course woodchucks whistle while they work - they are also known, I believe, as whistle-pigs!
And I am NOT an illiteral wabbit!
Jespah, I believe wood-chicks are known either as pheasants or Dryads...
Not to be confused with peasants or Naiads...
dlowan, Yes, hummingbird wings hum when they fly. But mosquitos and flies and bees buzz when they fly. None of them is called buzzards. And buzzards don't buzz.
Do you sometimes get the feeling that I am a bit too literal-minded?
I had no idea that woodchucks hummed. Or whistled. I think whistling would be quite a challenge for beings with such teeth. But if they can chuck, they can probably whistle too.
Roberta, They ARE talented creatures. I bet they do more than woodchuck and whistle.
c.i.
If woodchucks chuck, do wombats bat? If so, how much do wombats bat?
a wombat neither woms nor bats. sort of useless creature like a non chucking woodchuck, or rabbits.
Wombats do not bat, they womb.
you guys want me to sing another irish ballad? i know one about woodchucks. after i get my brownie i will, right off.
I can hum. And I got some Scotch for Christmas!
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sure deb, give me an hour, and enough time to get the glow on again and i'll make one up fer ya all.....do they have to be oz chucks or just any chucks? i mean, if i'm gonna write this and sing online, i need a bit of direction here.
where the hell is diane with those brownies she promised me from Lolas.
sure deb, give me an hour, and enough time to get the glow on again and i'll make one up fer ya all.....do they have to be oz chucks or just any chucks? i mean, if i'm gonna write this and sing online, i need a bit of direction here.
where the hell is diane with those brownies she promised me from Lolas.
mikey,
double posting, i think you're begining to glow already
watch out for those feisty telephone poles
Once, and I will preface this story by stating I wasn't drinking and hadn't been at all when this happened, I was on my way to a Halloween party. It was the first of two Halloween parties I was planning to attend in the same night, so I was pacing myself. (I was dressed as Summer at the time.)
I found a parking spot after about a half hour or so of searching. I got out of the car, closed and locked the door, and was turning around to head to my friend's building when
*CLUNK*
I hit my forehead hard on the corner of a sign telling me what hours I couldn't park in said parking spot.
I had a bump on the noggin that stayed for a few days.
Moral of the story: Watch out for more than just telephone poles. Those sign posts get pretty feisty sometimes too!
