03-06-2017, 07:46 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by spitfire
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Chunks, that is what it's all about, Concrete comes in all sort of states, but, in block form the dimensions are always the same, although, the density differs, depending if you want strength or thermal insulation, medium "Density" is usually best, all round.
You’re all old enough to remember that song, and God created woman, there’s not a lot of them American birds around today weighing in at 100 pounds, nor this side of the pond either, thanks to McDonalds, methinks when they bring out the remake of that song they’ll have to change it to 200+ pounds of clay, and as the good lord ain’t getting any younger he’ll be needing a fork lift to shift it.
Could it be that the great one got his materials mixed up and instead of using clay he used concrete?
The reason I ask this simple question is because my woman is very set in her ways and getting harder and tougher by the day.
I'm up early today because the wife and me are off to Killarney for a weeks break.
See you all soon, be good now.
03-06-2017, 10:02 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by Jem
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That’s correct Gummy, Leo Varadkar, God your on the ball, I hate all things political so I’m breaking me own rule here, this is just to briefly fill you in. “Born on 18 January 1979 in the Rotunda Hospital in Parnell Square, Dublin, Varadkar is the youngest and only son of Ashok and Miriam Varadkar. His Mumbai-born Indian father had moved to England as a doctor in the 1960s. His Dungarvan-born mother met her future husband while working as a nurse in Slough. Later they lived in Leicester, where the eldest of their three children, Sophie, was born. The family then moved to India, but settled in Dublin in 1973 before their second child, Sonia, was born.” (wiki)
He was elected last night, he’s gay and it’s a first over here for a gay person to be the leader of the country (as far as we know that is, who knows who was gay in the old days when it was illegal). His party, Fine Gael, would not be my choice, they are the “Irish Tories”, right wing all the way, there’s a general election coming up soon and the smart money is on the Fianna Fail party to lead the next government in coalition with Sinn Fein, Fianna Fail are a bit more liberal. Labour was almost wiped off the political map at the last election so they won’t be in the reckoning. Anyway to me all modern politicians are just a shower of self interested greedy b…..ds so I don’t bother to vote anymore.
03-06-2017, 11:04 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Temple ShirleyStowaway (1936)
You Gotta S-M-I-L-E To Be H-A-P-P-Y
Lyrics/Music Mack Gordon and Harry Revel
If something may upset you
Don't ever let it get you down
Don't wear a frown
If fortune should forsake you
Don't ever let it make you sigh
Keep shooting high.
Be a crooner, not a groaner, never kick
Here's a spelling lesson that will do the trick
You've got to S-M-I-L-E
To be H-A-Double-P-Y
Keep it in mind when you're blue
It's easy to spell and just as easy to do
You gotta S-M-I-L-E
It's gonna help considerably.
Just keep your chin up and give it a try
And you'll find silver lined clouds in the sky
You've gotta S-M-I-L-E
To be H-A-Double-P-Y
Ladies and gentlemen, just for fun
I'd like to sing this song again
The way it would be done, by...
Al Jolson, Eddie Cantor, and last but not least
That swingable pair: Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
You've gotta S-M-I-L-E, Oh like the birdies,
Birdies birdies up in the trees..
Pretty flowers, April showers, my Mammy
Life is divine at a quarter to nine
You've simply gotta S-M-I-L-E
'Cos Potatoes are cheaper you see
I won't spend a nickel
I won't spend a sou
I just want to spend one hour with you
(kiss)(kiss)(kiss) S-M-I-L-E
Parkyakarkus with Ida, Mammy!
04-06-2017, 05:28 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by gumbud
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thank you RJ you can go back on your holidays now!
05-06-2017, 01:58 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
now look here guys I don't know if he mentioned it but Jem left me in charge whilst he is aware so I am changing a few rule around here!No profanities
no mechanical stories
no weird poetry
no very long stories [there boring]
no smoking on site
no criticism of the church
AND definitely no criticism of the deputizing manager!
otherwise its the usual free for all!
05-06-2017, 06:47 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by gumbud
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now look here guys I don't know if he mentioned it but Jem left me in charge whilst he is aware so I am changing a few rule around here!No profanities
no mechanical stories
no weird poetry
no very long stories [there boring]
no smoking on site
no criticism of the church
AND definitely no criticism of the deputizing manager!
otherwise its the usual free for all!
05-06-2017, 01:09 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
OK lets listen to Cohens advice on the future!"The Future"
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder
05-06-2017, 06:56 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by gumbud
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OK lets listen to Cohens advice on the future!"The Future"
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder
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