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"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"to talk of many things,
of shoes and ships and sealing wax,
of cabbages and kings,
and why the sea is boiling hot,
and whether pigs have wings"
and AppyGrl's got her surgery date,
and that is why she sings!
Apologies to Lewis Carroll


For the loved ones now gone—yours and mine—
And the friends that we've lost, we repine.
Let us lift our champagne,
And sing out a refrain,
Of that bittersweet song, "Auld Lang Syne."


And, as Robert Louis Stevenson said in passing -----
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig my grave and let me lie,
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I lay me down with a will.
This be the verse that you grave for me,
Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

She stood upon the burnng deck,
The wind blew back her nightie,
The moon shone down on her bare ass,
JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY!



The mirror crack'd from side to side,
"My curse has come upon me" cried,
The Lady of Shallott!
Alfred Lord Tennyson



When you're up to your ass in alligators, it's difficult to remind yourself that your initial objective was to drain the swamp!

As a chance to top up on caffeine,
And, while that is true,
You can pop to the loo,
And no one will know where you've been.

The mirror crack'd from side to side,
"My curse has come upon me" cried,
The Lady of Shallott!
Alfred Lord Tennyson

The mirror crack'd from side to side,
"My curse has come upon me" cried,
The Lady of Shallott!
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Actually, beauty is in the eye of the beerholder!


While walking through a cemetery in Vienna a tourist heard music coming from a gravesite. The headstone read, "Ludwig van Beethoven, 1770-1827." The man listened for a few moments before recognizing the music as the Ninth Symphony, being played backwards. Puzzled, the man left the graveyard and persuaded a friend to return with him. By the time they arrived at the grave the music had changed. This time it was the Seventh Symphony but, like the previous piece, it was being played backwards. Curious, the men agreed to consult a music scholar. When the two men returned to the grave with the expert, the Fifth Symphony was playing. Again, it was backwards. Naturally, word got around about the strange happenings at Beethoven's grave and the next day a large crowd had gathered and was listening to the Second Symphony, being played backwards. Just then the graveyard's caretaker ambled up to the grave. Someone in the crowd asked him if he had an explanation for the music.
"Don't you get it," the caretaker asked incredulously, "he's decomposing."

From eating high-calorie foods.
Obesity's here;
It's everyone's fear.
More exercise, dieting, dudes!


A Hollywood surgeon who fears
His technique isn't up to his peers'
Has just issued this call:
"Cut-rate butt lifts for all!
Friends and countrymen, lend me your rears!"

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"to talk of many things,
of shoes and ships and sealing wax,
of cabbages and kings,
and why the sea is boiling hot,
and whether pigs have wings"
and Cheryls got her surgery date,
and that is why she sings!
Apologies to Lewis Carroll

Mahatma Gandhi always walked barefoot and ultimately the soles of his feet became thick and very hard. He also was, of course, known to be a man of deep spiritual conviction. He undertook hunger strikes as a political protest and at times was both thin and frail. Furthermore, due to his weird diet, he suffered from bad breath. VERY bad breath.
In fact, in time he came to be known as "a super-callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis."
