A region of twisted language

Sooooo? Jeb Bush changes the rules all the time. Goes off muttering expletives.

those aren't 'expletives' those are his best attempt at 'eloquence'!

i was looking for a graphic for furtive, and google gave me ^^^

ya know - jeb bush > furtive

well, it made sense at the time

might have described him as more 'fartive' myself.........

Happy furtive Mother's Day Laura, Colomba, and Barbara.

Latest eloquent announcement by GWB:

"Rumsfeld has been really good."

translated into backwards, backwards:

"Rumsfeld has been 'gouly rid' "

Letty - how do you pronounce 'gouly' ?

the same way you pronounce ghoul, ehBeth. Don't you wish that all these politicos were as silent as the "h"?

Rule # 1,743:

if it looks like "H", sounds like "H", behaves like "H", and thinks like the devil, it belongs in hell!

hmmmmmmm

i may be able to figger this out yet.

<note to self: stop making this into a math problem>

Bo, If it walks like a duck and quacks likes a duck, it's probably duck tape. The Duck of Death--remember if the word ends in "e", the other vowel sounds its own name--untwisted language.

ehBeth, you know I can't do math stuff. Backwards, backwards is more of a sound thing. You love music so think "eyes of blue" as blues of aye..hey, I like that one.

I define the "Blues" as that state of mind one gets into when you can't figure out what the hell Letty, and Beth are 'on' about!!!???

Another shot at it:

Dirty:

Terse hoards--and that doesn't mean silent mobs!

errrrrr

would that be equine fecal matter?

Hoorah! Accolades! Oscars for the lady from Toronto!

horse ****!
namby pambies......

That would be shish hort, Bo. Love it!

phew!
i've still got a lot to learn ...

oh, ithought that was 'fresh fart'!

Oh well.....

From Flo to To:



In the soul of mankind

There has long been a fire

Over all other dreams

One burning desire

Break free from the earth

Like a slave from his chains

And be one with the wind and the rain



Loving the wind, lusting for space

The soul is at peace

In this magical place

The air is a mistress

No man can embrace

When in passing she kisses your face



Chorus:

Fly high where no eagle has ventured

And soar where no man's gone before

There's no place for me

On the land or the sea

So I'll take to the air

On a wing and a prayer



Brave are the hearts

Of these knights of the air

For to greatly achieve

They must equally dare

On missions of mercy

Or leaps into space

Other worlds, other dreams to embrace



And what of the future, what of the stars

Our path lies before us

They soon will be ours

The heavens lie waiting

With arms to enfold

The hearts of the brave and the bold

Written by Bart Flossom

(not really, someone named Mitchell wrote it)