Friday, February 17, 2006

American Presidents, Catlik priests and married guys

its a tuff life for American Presidents, Catlik priests and married guys

CLINTON was hauled up for oral
NIXON for eavesdropping
(while BUSH says he does it all the time to keep America safe)

BUSH has to disbelieve in DARWIN's theory of creation
the moral right voted him to power
and also believe dat gays dont have the right to marry or to hold public office


CATLIK priests have to remain celibate till they die
or are defrocked

MARRIED GUYS have to remain faithful till death do dem part
No matter if they have the 7 year itch evry 3 years



http://nobravery.cf.huffingtonpost.com/
i gott dis from the Pink Lady

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

lubsedings SO-R-R-Y

Anonymous said...

Busted flat in baton rouge, waiting for a train
And i’s feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to new orleans.

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding bobby’s hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.

From the kentucky coal mines to the california sun,
Hey, bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done,
Hey bobby baby kept me from the cold.

One day up near salinas, lord, I let him slip away,
He’s looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding bobby’s body next to mine.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing, that’s all that bobby left me, yeah,
But feeling good was easy, lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.

na na na na na na na na
Hey now bobby now, bobby mcgee, yeah.

Lord, I’m calling my lover, calling my man,
I said I’m calling my lover just the best I can,
C’mon, where is bobby now, where is bobby mcgee, yeah,
Lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lord
Hey, hey, hey, bobby mcgee, lord!

Yeah! whew!

Lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lord
Hey, hey, hey, bobby mcgee.

I’d like to do a song of great social and political import.
It goes like this:

Anonymous said...

SEDINGSLUBSEDS NO SORRY YAAR
PLS SMILE YAAR

Anonymous said...

wht does lubsedings mean???

- Minnie Mouse

Anonymous said...

hee heeeee

tanks!

Anonymous said...

THE MICE AND THE WEASELS

There was war between the Mice and the Weasels, in which the Mice
always got the worst of it, numbers of them being killed and eaten by
the Weasels. So they called a council of war, in which an old Mouse
got up and said, "It's no wonder we are always beaten, for we have no
generals to plan our battles and direct our movements in the field."
Acting on his advice, they chose the biggest Mice to be their leaders,
and these, in order to be distinguished from the rank and file,
provided themselves with helmets bearing large plumes of straw. They
then led out the Mice to battle, confident of victory: but they were
defeated as usual, and were soon scampering as fast as they could to
their holes. All made their way to safety without difficulty except
the leaders, who were so hampered by the badges of their rank that
they could not get into their holes, and fell easy victims to their
pursuers.

Greatness carries its own penalties.

saby said...

That is the truest sign of insanity--insane people are always sure they are fine. It is only the sane people that are willing to admit that they are crazy.

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