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Justin Nuendo Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 86Ozzz |
Ya never believe what happened to me! I hired a lawyer to draw up this contract ya see I gave him yar crayons, a brand new box And whipped cream and cherries and a two dirty socks Now would ya believe it, this moron in law Said, "I want pen and paper, I don't like to draw" So I tried to explain, "A contract we need! Preferably one we can sign and then eat The socks ya can keep, I used them before For gooey fine soup and stew solicitor" Now up to this moment I can't understand Why he walked out that door without shaking me hand He looked a bit pale and while opening the door He shook his head, mumbling "Bakery Store!" Now there's a thought! So I grabbed me stuff Off to the Bakery, where I met Justine Uff Who had just been run over by a pale looking freak Muttering "bakery, bakery", disappeared with a squeak Man, she ordered pastry for the complete Justin Clan Took the baker's wife 10 days to fill up the van I got kinda hungry, so I went to the Pub To get meself some of that gooey stew grub And 2 Ale of course, cuz what would a man be Without Ale to wash the goo down instantly So here I was, playing with the holo-remote When a Moose in disguise walked in, wearing a pink petticoat Now King ya know me, me middle name's insanity But this got me laughing! I was down on me knees! Where I found littl' Tex trying to climb a bar stool He'd been at it for weeks, drooling for a beer cool His slobbering really came to an outburst And even tho' the poor guy was almost dying of thirst He did the one thing a good Texan can do And contributed his slobber for fine gooey stew Well back to the Moose all dressed up in pink He walked right up to Pooh and ordered a drink Got his hooves on me blank contract, without me fiat And before I knew it, turned it into a paper hat! I was just about to ask: 'Got any fam'ly in the 'Stute?" When I sat on the remote control and dang! … hit mute! So I'm sorry King, no contract, not even a paper hat Oh and I ate the whipped cream and the cherries for Red! |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
Dr. Suess I presume?...made me smile..I needed that today..good job.  the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Well dang me there Justin, "There's no contract!" you say. With legal notation I was hoping to play Now you say the suit ran, for the door he made haste Then you jumped in a van, in search of cooked paste I've heard of this pastry, these things they call doe-nuts But deep-fried deer testies add pounds to one's beer gut The next time you're hungry do me a favor please Get bear claws with jelly, and make sure there's no flees. As for the sock n'stew, not much more can you do But for real kickin' goo you must throw in the shoe. And what ever you do, don't eat from the pot Pooh Cause honey is his due. Eat that and he'll kill you! As for Doctor Pink Moose, now that really is strange There must be a screw loose, his fashion scene deranged In winter he's partial, to wearing orange duds While hanging spud facials, "Open Season on Fudds!" Speaking of potatoes, have you seen our dear Fudd? I miss his hobbit toes, always squishing in mud. Where are the brothers Justin, the two of Kase and Thyme Your two Stuter cousins, with their most insane rhyme? And where is that black cat, the cat that was all that Blinking a Morris tat, that said where it was at? And what of fairy tink, who couldn't hold her drink For fear of what we'd think cause she'd grow skin of mink? And my Lady in Red, who I can't rule without Where once we were to wed, seems not within ear shout. And the lonely Nurse C, what has become of her? Has she gone out for tea? Is she still in a blur? Answer these my queries, what happened to the Stute? Are we the two to tarry, or should we hit the mute? |
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Jeannie Junior Member
since 2000-03-17
Posts 40Wherever I'm needed |
What have they done to you Doc? Can this here Jeannie play knock, knock?  Yet rumor has it you've gone away, do you think for Jeannie you could play? Remember the crazy adventures we had, could it have been really all that bad?  First thing Doc, the pink petticoat goes unless you would like me to add some bows? Like all of us here, everyone else knows you look better wearing simple clothes. Now who's this new Tex fellow here? Trying so hard to gather himself some beer, stunted growth prohibiting successfulness. Would you like Jeannie to grant you tallness? With a wink and a spin you'll be drinking Gin, could it really be such a terrible sin? As with Jinn around everyone eventual flies to destinations of ultimate surprise. Having a height of six feet would be paradise, or you could sit on the floor with a pair of dice? Andrew, could you catch me a minute of time? I need to make plans before the clocks chime. Please sit down here next to this stool, for with my gift the whole Stute you'll rule. Now take my hand and gaze at the chandelier, believe me Andrew you have very little to fear. Count backwards from one hundred down to ten, then imagine your with Lady in Red in the den dancing together like two chickens in a pen. (Blink) Oh my, what happened, he looks like a hen? Justin N. help me please before he gets cooked, there must be something serious I overlooked. What Justin? Andrew is laying porcelain eggs? For now I need to idle him by disabling his legs. Okay here goes (Blink) Oh no, now he's gone and he's needed for breakfast at the break of dawn. Check outside Justin maybe the grass was greener, even though I always thought the king to be keener. I got it! Pooh could you fetch me up a chili weiner? That alone should return him to his usual demeanor. |
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Doughboy New Member
since 2000-11-09
Posts 4 |
A chili weiner you need? Is that what I hear? A pale man running me over in the street, Yelling "Bakery, Bakery", I'm Just in thyme to see all the mockery. So a baker you need, Is that what came to my ears? Well then let me tell you I'm happy to be here. My specialties are large, Me mum's as big as a barge, What can I serve you? Lets see, we'll start with the weiner for Andrew, Now how about some of that stew for you? Lil' Tex may I have some of that drool, Never mind, I'll get it from the stool, How bout a special drink for the Moose in pink? An Ale is all you seek? If there's a need just give me a yell Or better yet, ring my bell. I'll be back in the kitchen, Your hunger I'll have smitten. You DO have a kitchen don't you good dears? |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
'scuse me there folks , now wait just a minute . If you saw a pink suit, there's no way I was in it ! They clash with my fur ,and that's Justin Truth ,these colors are best left to those in their youth . Oh , and why Drew , did you drag me in here , kicking and screaming , and where is my beer! I've questions for all , this is but a start, seems like some-one else could have played up this part , but if you insist on dredging this up , you'll get what you asked for , 'cause I'm one sick pup. Bar-keep , this rounds on me for the sin of desertion. Doc |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Cluck, cluck… Why couldn't I have been a duck? At least with a quack I could sell Aflack But dressed as a chicken, I'm now in the kitchen Afraid of foul harm, and being sold to Foster Farm. At best Jeanie could have made me a rooster Than I could strut my stuff, a real chick booster But I'm droppin' eggs, like some common chicken And porcelain to boot, instead of goosey golden Now where should I hide my feathers and such Till Jeanie can retrieve me from this foulest clutch? Perhaps in the freezer, or maybe the stove No way they would think I'd hide in one of those. Now wait a minute. An idea I've got! Down in the basement with all the gut rot! If a chicken I must be, than marinate me in Some blue bottled Bombay, my favorite gin. …three hours and three bottles later… a clucky song is heard from the Pub basement: Oh give me a hoooommmmeee, Where the Boozen Blue Bellied No Cluckin' Duck Free Rangin' Chicken of the Kitchen, X-King of the Insane Rooooaaaaammmm! Hick! And the Mooooossseee and the Jeeeeneeees allllll plaaayyyy! Hick! [This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 11-09-2000).] |
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Nurse Crachet Member
since 1999-09-27
Posts 318They know where I am! |
All right, Listen one and all, I will always be the one who calls out orders and runs the Stute, so let none of you ever dispute. Jeannie here thinks she can change and in her mind hopes to rearrange the rank of official members in rule, this can only manage to create a duel. Take warning here, make no mistakes cross my line, there'll be some shakes, not chocolate, vanilla or strawberry flavor, they'll be the kind nobody can savor. I'll bet the wrath within all of you will challenge me to what's thought due. Yet when the curtains close tonight the verdict for solution will be out of sight. [This message has been edited by Nurse Crachet (edited 11-10-2000).] |
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Doughboy New Member
since 2000-11-09
Posts 4 |
What is with all that racket? Oh, Nurse Crachett, Could you put that chicken in a straight jacket? All that singing and such, I cant hear my bells ding and I'm making lunch. Oh I suppose no one would mind a few burnt frog toes.. Oh and Thanksgiving's coming up as everyone knows. Oh to feed this crowd I'm going to need turkeys galore, Do tell me where is your nearest store? |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Hick! Eggs here, eggs there… the floor is thick Hick! Ay damn thar be another chick! Hick! Two in one, that be a neat trick! Hick! I hope Doughboy can scramble quick. Hick! Is that Cratchet scratch I'm hearin'? Hick! Drawin' lines and challenge callin'. Hick! Well I call foul, I ain't no chicken Hick! No cock I be, but I know fightin'. Hick! But first one more shot of Bombay. Hick! And one more shot for along the way. Hick! Ah, the heck with her, I think I'll stay. Hick! Nested down in my brood of Bombay. Hick…well would you look at that… blue eggs! |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Oh dis-belief ! disaster knocks our dear friend Drew has caught the pox ! No doubt t'was the electro-shocks that has him wearing feathered socks ! Dear Jeannie quick, i know I've erred pray not too late to get things squared. The king is now in dire need lest Colonel Sanders on him feed ! With seven herbs and spices fried in bucket thrown with fresh baked side of dinner rolls and mashed up spuds this is no fate for our good bud ! 'tis not for me I ask this deed so save him quick with utmost speed! For those who cluck the dinner bell without your help does not bode well ! |
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Lady in Red Member
since 2000-02-16
Posts 147 |
Cluck, cluck ? My 'Drew a hen ? Oh dear ! It could have been far worse I fear You could have been the cold turkey The 'Stute's Thanksgiving dish gooey No golden eggs for Lady Red ? Porcelain eggs are not too bad I've always fancied collecting Russian eggs flavoured blue gin But please stop rolling through that mud You almost look like Elmer Fudd ! In no freezer or stove you hide! You better stay at Lady's side Until Doughboy fixes your weiner Lots of chili to taste meaner Or would you prefer instead A well fried crispy Potato Head ? Which reminds me of a pink petticoat I met yesterday down the road A lady Moose in great distress Was searching for her Moo-Moo-ness "My son I lost to an institute, My Moo-Moo deer, he is real cute Now should you find a Moose my dear Who looks like a Doc and dresses like deer Please hold him tight or lock him up Keep him busy in the workshop Give me a call, I'll be right here Mummy misses her Moo-Moo deer" I've sent her over to the Corner Pub To get more info on her lost pup Anyone seen this Lady in Pink ? She was on her way for a drink … < !signature--> Romeo, Romeo, where fart art thou [This message has been edited by Lady in Red (edited 11-10-2000).] |
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Justin Nuendo Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 86Ozzz |
1, 2, 3 - 1, 2, 3 Red will ye waltz with me? 4, 5, 6 - 4, 5, 6 'Drew has the pox of chicks 1, 2, 3 - 1, 2, 3 He better watch Nurse C 5, 6, 8 - 5, 6, 8 Now he is easy bait Right to his bone she'll pluck After she'll try her luck Dusting his feathers Red Leaving him stark-naked Now that she 'Drew the line Making shakes really fine Eggnog and Villanelle Thinks she's the Stute's damsel 1, 2, 3 - 1, 2, 3 Not on me toes honey 6, 8, 9 - 6, 8, 9 Look at me new coat fine Gift from our Tinker-dear Who's now quite mad I fear I got me hands on her Slicing off this swell fur 1, 2, 3 - 1, 2, 3 Moose for presidency! Since they cannot decide Let Moose run House in White Take with him Nurse Crachet And all the straitjackets Kace and Thyme are frantic To clean out Bill's attic I'll be without a doubt Minister of the crowd Treat of insanity Nation wide lunacy 1, 2, 3 - 1, 2, 3 Muted a Moose mummy Bandages didn't show Thought 'twas a pink wacko 8, 9, 4 - 8, 9, 4 Tex playing on the floor Jinn can make ye real grand Six feet under the sand Doughboy is going soft Moulded by C. too oft Stole royal kitchen from King, now expect napalm Unless ye are real swift Make weiner royal gift Make him again Andrew Before he flies in stew 1, 2, 3 - 1, 2, 3 A pleasure 'twas Lady Hope yar next dance will be With chicken royalty Justin N. Glad our little game made ya smile Pegasus. Fly by any time  [This message has been edited by Justin Nuendo (edited 11-11-2000).] |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
A fine feathered mess you now are in as yet not saved , where are you Jinn ? Oh well , let's see what's in my bag I may have something here to snag you back from Colonel Sander's menu but let's see first , and later then you can produce your insurance card . Take two of these and swallow hard , there I think that's done the trick , a poult that moults , you're looking slick, but best get in this jacket quick , before Nurse C. finds out you're sick ! |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
There once was a time I was king The ruler of the Stute East Wing Now I'm just a free range chicken Hiding from the Doughboy's kitchen In the Pub basement I have been Drinking all of their Bombay gin Poppin' out these porcelain blue eggs That look and feel like mini-kegs Four bottles of gin I've put down And not yet these troubles I've drown If I were just rooster lookin' I'd be free from Doughboy's cookin' Hmmmmm.... perhaps a disguise is what's called for. Now if I could just find me a pair of red rubber gloves. Hey Doc! What brings you down to the basement? Careful of the eggs… Pills? Sure I'll take a few… don't know what good they'll do, but I'll take them just for you. Say… would you by chance have a few red rubber gloves in that wonder bag of yours. You do! Great! … Can you lend me a hand? Ya… that's it… one on the head… the other on the tail end. Perfect! Now if I ain't a rooster than dip me in batter and call me McDugget!… Say Moose… you ever think about running for President? Just a thought… |
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Justin Nuendo Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 86Ozzz |
OK ! Call the Moose squad ! Sharpen yer crayons !!! We have a spy in the 'Stute !! This is what I found in me mailbox !! Answering Machine at the 'Stute: "Hello, and welcome to the mental health hotline. If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly. If you are codependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you. If you have multiple personalities, press 3, 4, 5, and 6. If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want. Stay on the line so we can trace your call. If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother ship. If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a small voice will tell you which number to press. If you are a manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press, no one will answer. If you are dyslexic, press 9696969696969696. If you have a nervous disorder, please fidget with the pound key until a representative comes on the line. If you have amnesia, press 8 and state your name, address, telephone number, date of birth, social security number, and your mother's maiden name. If you have post-traumatic stress disorder, slowly and carefully press 000. If you have bi-polar disorder, please leave a message after the beep or before the beep. Or after the beep. Please wait for the beep. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have low self-esteem, please hang up. All operators are too busy to talk to you."  WHO ????? |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
I'm a chicken… I've got no fingers to press buttons or to use a rotary phone with. Granted, I could peck the numbers, but I just had my beak manicured and if you think I'm going to chip this polish, your crazy! Now as for your spy… this sounds like the work of Nurse Cratchet… always playing with numbers she is… you know… "Time for this, time for that"… "You get four pills… you get five." Yep… sounds like her work if you ask me. I wouldn't trust a number cruncher as far as I can count… and that's at least to ten… or at least eight… maybe three. Watch yourself Justin N… I suggest you take a mirror wherever you go… ya can't be too careful. Take it from me… I'm a chicken! |
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Justin Nuendo Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 86Ozzz |
Ye could 'ave knocked me down with a feather when I read that letter! Can't ye see they stole MY numbers? How am I supposed to dance with Red again? Dang! Now I'll lose count!! Or ye think they stole them for the elections? Seems they're short a few numbers…or did the FBI find out Moose is running for president? Call Fox and Scully! Hmm, better not call Fox with a chick in the house. We best head for the House in White and start cleaning out that attic. We'll get to the bottom of this, even if it's a double one! Find the Moose and go! I've heard chicks are allowed in there. Whoever did this…his days are numbered!! Hold on King…I know ye want to be cock of this walk but… here…yer red glove…stick yer tale back on first! Ye look like a chicken rooster! |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Ten digits on the telephone that tell you what to do . But when you don't know who to call they're of no use to you . The numbers in a poll might say you've got 'em by a nose . Don't count blue eggs before they're hatched or dare to pre-suppose , that just because you may have won the Prez you now will be . 'Cause that's not how these things are done you'll have to wait and see . Statistically you are odds on the favorite on this track . But weighing all the pros and cons I can't tell front from back ! No matter how it all adds up it still will not compute . So say the meds within my cup in side the institute . The square route of this whole dispute will still not out Fox Mulder. But Scully's vote is prob'ly moot 'cause Fudd that spud just culled her ! |
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Jeannie Junior Member
since 2000-03-17
Posts 40Wherever I'm needed |
Doc, good to see you again, tell me please how you've been? Looks like those pills failed for your attempt you'll be hailed. Now for our sweet Andrew hen, I've rested so now let me try again. One, two, three (blink) (blink) (blink) Oh gosh, your now a rooster with a drink! I think I need to confer with Doc seems my mind has gone to flock. |
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Nurse Crachet Member
since 1999-09-27
Posts 318They know where I am! |
I knew I'd find you, but nesting here with ONE FLEW? Look at that crown of red, and that Elvis pelvis of dread. Your cock-a-doodle-doo will set us off without a clue. Oh, your feathers so sweet with my enticing duster to compete, together the Stute we'll clean since I am the feather duster queen. |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Well hey-hey would you look at me If I'm no rooster, you can't see. I'm the cock who crows in each day No more porcelain blue eggs I lay. True my disguise was once just rubber This Playtex crown and tail rudder But with a blink from Jeannie's eye I no longer fear Doughboy's fry. My days of basement hiding done Time to strut my stuff in the sun To cruse the coop for my Red chick By my feathers I know she'll stick. But what's that I spy with my cocked eye? A fine flock of feathers just flew by. Could it be? That duster I see The last temptation of Nurse C? Oh I'm a bad, bad rooster Red Allowing her feathers to turn my head Please forgive this roaming rooster I swear I'll not touch that duster! Though this place could use a cleaning After Doughboy's mad hash slinging. But listen to what I'm saying! Already my will in swaying! Oh Dear Red, deliver me from this lust. Please cease this desire to cluck in dust. For I cannot resist her feather call For I'm just a foul rooster after all. [This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 11-17-2000).] |
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Lady in Red Member
since 2000-02-16
Posts 147 |
Justin N. hand over that remote ! You're loud mouth only and out of control Letting us think Jinn made a wrong spell It is just not true, the Lady can tell All this time you were playing around With your remote on holy 'Stute ground I've seen the Jinn practise for quite a while Scrubbing off rust and blinking with smile She no longer makes silly mistakes Unless to much chilli weiners she ate But you my friend are Justin Credible Starting to look like Justin Tolerable So be a dear and hand Lady in Red That remote control or you're Justin Bed Or perhaps I should call Miss Behavin' Who's lately, I've been told, into shaving And while your head's soft as baby butts I'll send in Nurse C. to drive you nuts With feather dusters, two of a kind To dust and tickle your silly mind Doc Moose'd be delighted to poke your brain He has red coloured pills to increase your pain The rubber room may well be your next stop You may enjoy some extra electro shock Now if I'd give you this mystic banknote Would you give Lady in Red the remote ? Justin N. ? Justin N. ? Where did you go ? Romeo, Romeo, where fart art thou |
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Justin Nuendo Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 86Ozzz |
Mwahaha I was Justin Thyme To hit mute and conceal my crime Off to me brothers I am With 'Drew rooster vistit the Justin clan  |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I got a good laugh out of all those...still laughing.....hah aha ha |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
ethome, C'mon and join us , 'tis much more fun and there's a bonus ! If you think it's funny now , we'll suit you up in white and how ! |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Remote! Remote! Where's the remote? This Stute rooster's sole antidote. For it weren't Jeannie's errant blink But Justin's mote pushin' hoodwink That gave rise to this poultry coat! It is Justin Conceivable! It is Justin Tolerable! That they would play such a fowl game That with remote they would take aim Targeting me for their dinner table. Perhaps it is retribution For their last failed revolution To keep Red in the tower high To try and conquer the great I. How fowl is now their solution. Yet, I'll get even with their clan For I've a diabolic plan! Doughboy! Please cook up an omelet Using eggs from the Pub basement The ones with porcelain blue tan. Send it to our Justin brothers Just tell 'em it's from their mothers They'll be drunk on gin from one bite The remote mine without a fight Then I'll have freedom from feathers. OK boys and girls… let's get crackin'! This 100 proof omelet isn't gonna' make itself and I don't feel like being poultry with Turkey Day right around the corner. Doughboy! How about a nice side of hashbrowns to go along with it? Anybody seen Fudd the Spud? We need a side dish for this meal. Alright people… let's move it here! Say Red… did I ever tell you I like the way you scramble. Cluck-cluck baby. Hmmmm… Hey Doc, you got any special spices in that wonder bag of yours? Something to provide that little extra kick… say… botulism or some such taste treat. Why don't cha give that to Nurse C to sprinkle on the top, she's good at dusting. Hmmmmm... check out that duster! Whoa... hey now, focus man! Focus! God I love cooking! HA!… Never thought you'd hear a chicken say that! Ha, ha, ha…. |
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Poertree Senior Member
since 1999-11-05
Posts 1359UK |
....... and i stupidly thought this was the PUB ...geez.....~shaking my head~ |
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rich-pa Member
since 2000-02-07
Posts 317New Orleans, Louisiana |
i know i'm not down with the current pub happenings so i'll just say that the poem was very lighthearted and enjoyable "freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose..." -janis joplin |
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Justin Nuendo Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 86Ozzz |
Geez thanks guys for stopping by. Me hopes ya enjoyed our little game here and since this is the Pub and we 'ave this thing with blue gin right now, you might like to sing along with me. I ran into me Uncle Neil Justa Minute ago (a real diamond he is!) and he reminded me of this song. Now the loony called it "Song, Song blue", but I got me hands on the original !! Blue Eggs Blues Blue eggs blue Laid upon my pillow Blue eggs blue Omelette to follow Do you think The Clan will slink Without a blink? Get your feather straight or you're again No rooster but a hen No rooster but a hen Blue eggs blue Uncle Justin loves them Blue eggs blue Better than opossum Good Justin chew A Bombay stew From you Andrew A Justin Ebriated's kinda treat Covered with rooster meat Juicy rooster meat… Blue eggs blue Rooster ragout No crayon 'Drew You better pay the prize and make it quick Bring out the hot red chick Blue eggs blue Omelette by John Dough Blue eggs blue New 'Stute doe-nut schizo Blue blue gin The newest thing For Clan Justin Wrapped in omelette haute cuisine For me and Aunt Justine Blue eggs blue….. Blue eggs blue…. Mwahahahahaha On me way cousins...on me way ! |
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Broken_Winged_Angel Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 994Small Town, Somewhere |
Amusing and well worth the time it took to get to the end of the page reading all the responding posts...Cheers to the creativity flowing through all of you! |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Bombay fortified yokes Turned fluffy blue Denver style A 100 proof plan of poison poultry poured out And not one Justin capacitated Their blood alcohol norm One-fifty-one and counting. With fowl Epicurean delight A failed cooked goose The downs all mine And Justins sing songs of rooster stew Cooked in Bombay blue For all to chew. Well, Cluck Cluck Cluck The clock has struck High Noon And it's no time to be chicken. Crayon King's box of chocks Knows no yellow. If its Red they said The color they wish to see The crimson hue they'll view In the eyes of a cock ready to fight. Name your corral Justin It's OK by me. But don't expect good manners Doc is with me for the holidays And we both have a bad case of urps. Doughboy's cookin' spares no burps. So listen up I'm callin' ya out This cock-a-doodle-do is for you! ----- PS. Really nice work on that ND song.  |
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Doughboy New Member
since 2000-11-09
Posts 4 |
The omelette of Bourbon I made for you, But I've also got a present too, Oh it's going to be hard not to gloat, As I seem to have found the remote. Let's see, which button shall I press first? Ut oh, what was that burst? Of noise... I've turned the Justins into little boys. Ok, lets push button two. Oh no this will not do. Nurse Crachett has now become a feather duster, Oh no, am I ever going to be buster, Button 3, oh now we have Tex as Turkey, Another push and Lady in Red becomes the cranberry sauce, One last push before I give the remote a toss, Button 5, has Jeannie, getting honey from the hive. A few hrs later... The Thanksgiving meal is prepared, with our Turkey ala Tex, our Potatoes ala Fudd, our cranberry sauce ala Lady in Red and our rolls and honey to which Jeannie was stung and is now in bed. |
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Tex New Member
since 2000-07-26
Posts 2 |
How'd that Doughboy Fall asleep at the bar Seems he's dreamin of somethin' to far. The grins and snarls upon his lips someone take care of his gurgling slips. Lady in Red, Maybe we can ask our jeanie for a wish me to be taller or you to switch? Or just give me the ladder, Lets add some wheels Now I'm as tall as you, Yet still nutty as squirl. However yet, There's much to do Thank ya for the dance I enjoyed it too. I'd best leave, I've much to tend, 100 head of cattle. All of pretend. I'll return in a time Bringing with me home made whine. Made from scratch My own design Red I hope You had a good time. [This message has been edited by Tex (edited 11-23-2000).] |
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