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Here is the article on the lawsuit.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4649423.stm

1. Never raise your hands to your kids.
It leaves your groin unprotected.

2. I'm not into working out.
My philosophy is no pain, no pain.

3. I'm in shape. Round is a shape.

4. I'm desperately trying to figure out
why Kamikaze pilots wore helmets.

5. Do you think illiterate people get
the full affect of alphabet soup?

6. I've always wanted to be somebody,
but I should have been more specific.

7. Ever notice when you blow in a dog's face
he gets mad at you, but when you take him in a car
he sticks his head out the window?

8. Ever notice that anyone going slower than you is an idiot,
but anyone going faster than you is a maniac?



9. You have to stay in shape. My mother started walking
five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 now and
we have no idea where she is.

10. I have six locks on my door, all in a row.
When I go out, I lock every other one. I figure
no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks,
they are always locking three of them.

11. One out of every three Americans is suffering from
some form of mental illness. Think of two of your best friends.
If they are OK, then it must be you.

12. They show you how detergent takes out bloodstains.
I think if you've got a tee shirt with bloodstains all over it,
maybe your laundry isn't your biggest problem.

13. Ask people why they have deer heads on their walls and
they tell you it's because they're such beautiful animals.
I think my wife is beautiful, but I only have
photographs of her on the walls.

14. A lady came up to me on the street, pointed at my suede jacket
and said, "Don't you know a cow was murdered for that jacket?"
I said, "I didn't know there were any witnesses.
Now I'll have to kill you too."

15. Future historians will be able to study at the Jimmy Carter
Library, the Gerald Ford Library, the Ronald Reagan Library,
and the Bill Clinton Adult Bookstore.

Thanks, Angelique and Bob, for the info and for the hilarious one liners.

Somewhere out there, folks, there's a good man waiting to be found, but you won't find him in the insurance business nor in the political seat (of sinners).

From the Boss:

Bruce Springsteen not Setanta


It's cloudy out in Pittsburgh
It's rainin' in Saigon
Snow's fallin' all across the Michigan line
Well she sits by the light of her Christmas tree
With the radio softly on
Thinkin' how a good man is so hard to find

Well once she had a fella
Once she was somebody's girl
And she gave all she had that one last time
Now there's a little girl asleep in the back room
She's gonna have to tell about the meanness in this world
And how a good man is so hard to find

Well there's pictures on the table by her bed
Him in his dress greens and her in her wedding white
She remembers how the world was the day he left
And now how that world is dead
And a good man is so hard to find

She got no time now for Casanovas
Yeah those days are gone
She don't want that anymore, she's made up her mind
Just somebody to hold her
As the night gets on
When a good man is so hard to find

Well she shuts off the TV
And without a word
Into bed she climbs
Well she thinks how it was all so wasted
And how expendable their dreams all were
When a good man was so hard to find
Well it's cloudy out in Pittsburgh, etc, etc.

Thank goodness, folks, that all the men here are good among other things.

Hey, folks. Anyone out there ever go fishing with a bamboo pole?

You get a line and I'll get a pole, Honey,
You get a line and I'll get a pole, Babe.
You get a line and I'll get a pole,
We'll go fishin' in the crawdad hole,
Honey, Baby mine.

Sittin' on the bank 'til my feet get cold, Honey,
Sittin' on the bank 'til my feet get cold, Babe,
Sittin' on the bank 'til my feet get cold,
Lookin' down that crawdad hole,
Honey, Baby mine.

Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, Honey,
Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back, Babe,
Yonder comes a man with a sack on his back,
Packin' all the crawdads he can pack,
Honey, Baby mine.

The man fell down and he broke that sack, Honey,
The man fell down and he broke that sack, Babe,
The man fell down and he broke that sack,
See those crawdads backing back,
Honey, Baby mine.

I heard the duck say to the drake, Honey,
I heard the duck say to the drake, Babe,
I heard the duck say to the drake,
There ain't no crawdads in this lake,
Honey, Baby mine.

Hey, France. Translate that.

That's way to difficult, Miss Letty!

Letty, as Mae West once said, "A hard man is good to find."

Mae West was good at that....

Well, my goodness, Francis. Finally something that you Can NOT do.

Hmmm, there is a difference between a crayfish and a crawdad, but I have no idea what it is. I think one lives in shallow water, and the other lives in a hole. Yeah, that's it. <smile>

Right, Diane. We always get the other kind. UhOh! we're being bad.

Let's see if I can remember the original, listeners:

A good man is hard to find,
You always get the other kind,
Now when you think that he's your pal.
You look and find him hangin' round some other gal.

Oh, how you rave, you even crave,
To see him laying in his grave.

So if your man is nice take my advice.
Hug him in the morning,
Kiss him every night.
Give him lots of lovin' and treat him right,
'Cause a good man nowadays is hard to find.

edited to change fine to find. (Freudian slip)

fishing for a good time starts with throwing in your line.

Betcha goin' fishin' all of your time, baby's goin' fishing too
Bet your life, your sweet life, catch more fish than you
Many fish bites if ya got good bait
Here's a little tip I would like to relate

Big fish bites if ya got a good bait
I 'a goin' fishin'
Yes, I'm goin' fishin'
And my baby's goin' fishin' too

I went down to my favorite fishin' hole
Baby grabbed me a pole and line
Throw my pole on in
Caught a nine pound catfish
now I brought him on home for supper time

Big fish bites if ya got a good bait
I'a goin' fishin'
Yes, I'm goin' fishin'
And my baby's goin' fishin' too

Baby brother 'bout to run me outta my mind
Say can I go fishin' wit' you?
I took him on down to the fishin' hole
now what do you think he did do?
Pulled a great big fish outta the bottom of the pond
And he laughed and jumped 'cause he was real gone

Big fish bites if ya got a good bait
I'a goin' fishin'
Yes, I'm goin' fishin'
And my baby's goin' fishin' too

Put 'em in the pot baby, put 'em in the pan
Honey cook 'em till' they're nice and brown
Make a batch of buttermilk coal cakes mama
And you chew them things
And you chomp 'em on down

Big fish bites if ya got a good bait
I'a goin' fishin'
Yes, I'm goin' fishin'
And my baby's goin' fishin' too

Betcha goin' fishin' all of your time, baby's goin' fishing too
Bet your life, your sweet life, catch more fish than you
Many fish bites if ya got good bait
Here's a little tip I would like to relate

Big fish bites if ya got a good bait
I'a goin' fishin'
Yes, I'm goin' fishin'
And my baby's goin' fishin' too

Well, dys. I've done it all, honey. Thrown a line in the water; cast a spell on the sea; been speared by a catfish;I've seen a Manatee. Watched a hammer head as he swam close to shore. That sorta takes the fun outta swimming any more. <smile>

Ah, that reminds me of a Johnny Mercer song.

Johnny Mercer - Small fry
Small fry, struttin by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
Small fry, dancin for a penny
Small fry, countin up how many
My, my just listen here to me
You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea
You practice peckin all day long to some old radio song
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes
You better listen to your Maw
and someday practice the law
and then you'll be a real success
Yes, small fry, you kissed the neighbor's daughter
Small fry, stay in shallow water
Seems I should take you cross my knee
You ain't the biggest catfish in the deep blue sea
You've got your feet all soakin wet
You'll be the death of me yet
Oh me, oh my, small fry

Hey there's a Scottish aphorism (you can get tablets for that) which is similar:

"You can't catch fish unless your flees are on the watter"

Well, my goodness. I was wondering where you were, Brit.

Hey, neat adage. As a matter of fact, those sand fleas make great bait, mate.

Written by Mike Scott of The Waterboys, a Scottish folk-rock group from Edinburgh.
(A 'waterboy' is a familiar term for one who works on a fishing boat.)

1. I wish I was a fisherman, tumblin' on the seas,
Far away from dry land and its bitter memories.
Castin' out my sweet line with abandonment and love,
No ceiling bearin' down on me save the starry sky above.

With light in my head, you in my arms...

2. I wish I was the brakeman on a hurtlin', fever'd train,
Crashin' head long into the heartland like a cannon in the rain.
With the feelin' of the sleepers and the burnin' of the coal,
Countin' the towns flashin' by and a night that's full of soul.

With light in my head, you in my arms...

3. And I know I will be loosened from the bonds that hold me fast,
And the chains all around me will fall away at last.
And on that grand and fateful day I will take thee in my hand,
I will ride on a train, I will be the fisherman.

With light in my head, you in my arms...

Hey, Walter. That is a most unusual song. I like it! It is interesting how it switches from boat to train to love and such.

There is a song called Waterboy, and in a quick search I found it:

PAUL ROBESON

Waterboy, where are you hiding
If you don't come right here
Gonna tell you pa on you
There ain't no hammer
That's on a this mountain
That ring like mine boy
That ring like mine

I'm gonna bust this rock boy
From here to the Macon
All the way to the jail boy
All the way to the jail

You Jack o diamond
Jack o diamond
Know you of old boy
I know you're of old
You rob-a my pocket
Rob my pocket
Silver and gold boy
Of silver and gold
There ain't no sweat boy
That's on a this mountain
That run like mine boy
That run like mine

That's not quite the one that I remember, but my dad sang it from oral tradition.

How fascinating, listeners. Music and poetry never leave the genetic makeup, right?

Eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten o'clock
All is well for the blue jack of diamonds

Each of us can find a way to be in love
Can't we have the time that we choose
If it's not the way that's suited best to your mind
Is it suited better to lose
Can this be happening?
Am I really here?
Am I all alone
If no one else is near?

Once upon a time there was a king and a queen
King and queen of hearts in their light
Then one day the king awoke and no one was there
She had stolen into the night
Can this be happening?
Is there no answer here?
It's not their love that had died
But no one was aware

Each of us can find a way to be in love
Can't we have the time that we choose
If it's not the way that's suited best to your mind
Is it suited better to lose
Eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten o'clock
Now the king of hearts is the blue jack of diamonds

Troubles, any old troubles
Troubles, any old troubles
Give me your troubles one by one
I'll trade them all for a bag o´ fun
Any old troubles

Tears, any old tears
Tears, any old tears
Sun's gonna rise in the morning yes
Set in the evening with a sweet caress
Any old tears

Pain, any old pain
Pain, any old pain
I don't care what you've been told
All that glitters sure ain't gold
I'm gonna take you on a happy train
First you gotta give me all of your pain,
Any old pain

Troubles, any old troubles
Troubles, any old troubles
Give me your troubles one by one
I trade them all for a bag o´ fun
Any old troubles

When skies are cloudy and gray,
They're only gray for a day,
So wrap your troubles in dreams,
And dream your troubles away.

Until that sunshine peeps thru,
There's only one thing to do,
Just wrap your troubles in dreams,
And dream your troubles away.

Your castles may tumble,
That's Fate after all,
Life's really funny that way.
No use to grumble,
Just smile as they fall,
Weren't you King for a day?
Say!

Just remember that sunshine
Always follows the rain,
So wrap your troubles in dreams,
And dream your troubles away.

three different men and three different songs, listeners. All about wondering and trouble and sunshine.

Dys; edgar; yit. and now Letty:


I've never been in love before
Now all at once it's you
It's you forevermore

I've never been in love before
I thought my heart was safe
I thought I knew the score

But this is wine
that's all too strange and strong
I'm full of foolish song
And out my song must pour

So please forgive this helpless haze I'm in
I've really never been in love before

But this is wine
that's all too strange and strong
I'm full of foolish song
And out my song must pour

So please forgive this helpless haze I'm in
I've really never been in love before

It's that time of evening, folks. The last gasp of the sun is still visible above my neighbor's rooftop.

How foolish the Olympics of torch bearers. France, England, Russia, Spain and America engaging in a food fight over who will host. All for the love of money and makeover; all because of the Greeks handed down to the Roman circus.