rindercella
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Wish I could help you out on the Pee Little Thriggs, Dixie, but how’s about: Starkle, starkle little twink, Who the hell you are you think. I am not under the alfluence of inklehol as some tinkle peep I am, It’s just that the drunker I sit here, the longer I get. :] Love ya, P. In article <37900C9C.1DA49…@MIDUSA.NET>, aws…@MIDUSA.NET wrote: >I remember my folks (God rest their souls) used to laugh so at the rendition >of the >Pee Little Thriggs (?) I think it may have been from the Grand Ole Opry. > It was >before the days of Hee Haw. Anyone else know of it?
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Wonderful! I’ve posted the Starkle, starkle twice. No, I hadn’t had tee many martoonies! It’s just that a mind is a terrible thing to lose! Love y’all, P. This message has been brought to you by: / / / ^~~^ / / ( ” ) / { } / " " YE OLDE BAT PamY – Spokesmom for Jennie who has MS
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Whatever happened to the lemon turd fart????????
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It got trapped in an elevator. Carmel Barbara Edmiston wrote: > Whatever happened to the lemon turd fart????????
– " Don’t wait for a light to appear at the end of the tunnel. Stride down there and light the bloody thing yourself."
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<Carmel wrote> <It got trapped in an elevator.> <Barbara Edmiston wrote:>
< Whatever happened to the lemon turd fart????????> C’mon Carmel be fair – I can’t eat a "lemon turd fart" and not "tum to the farty" "Can I?" Besides the elevator breeze destroyed Donn’s new tie – guess I’ll have to het gim a poo one! Sorry new one…………….Barb. Busting to evacuate the cinema!! Love a challenge! Hey Carmel are you going to the MS conference held in Townsville in May 2000 – see ya there God willing!?????
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Hadn’t heard about it, Barb. Who knows what I’ll be doing next May? I don’t even know what I’ll be doing tomorrow. (Do I know what I’m doing now????) Please send details if you have them. BTW, please don’t evacuate in the cinema. You’ll get banned. See you at the farty???? Carmel Barbara Edmiston wrote: > Hey Carmel are you going to the MS conference held in Townsville in May > 2000 – see ya there God willing!?????
– " Don’t wait for a light to appear at the end of the tunnel. Stride down there and light the bloody thing yourself."
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On Thu, 15 Jul 1999 22:09:47 -0500 (CDT), OLT…@webtv.net (G T) wrote: >How ’bout the poor dyslexic agnostic that had insomnia? He would lay >awake all night contemplating the true meaning of "dog". >Tick
Tick, Did you lay awake all light nong and wome up cith one? Donn
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Lin, Could the Tairy Fale I just posted be close to his soliloquy? Leaving the chick in the dust, how about …. (done phonetically) Starkle, starkle, little twink. Who the hell you are you think? I am not under the alfluence of inklehall as some tinkle peep I am. It’s just that the drunker I sit here, the longer I get. :> P. In article <378EA05B.6…@fnet.FriendlyNet.com>, Lin&Jim wrote: >My gosh….I used to know someone who knew a whole big soliloqy about >this chick…..used to laugh myself sick when he did it at theatre >parties!! >You forgot to mention the slass glipper, though… >:-) >Lin
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In article <3790ad9f.651…@news1.cheetah.net>, d…@cheetah.net writes: >>How ’bout the poor dyslexic agnostic that had insomnia? He would lay >>awake all night contemplating the true meaning of "dog". >>Tick
I love it! Kathi
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I can’t wait for the nieces and nephew to visit for another sleepover! I’m printing this out. Best regards — Meg
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PamY wrote: > Okay, this is one of my kids’ favorite things to get Mom to recite when she’s > half bagged. It’s a Tairy Fale about Prinderella and the Cince.
Pam: YES!! That’s the one I remember!! Thanx for that! I’m gonna copy it off! 
Lin ~~ You can pune a tiano, but you can’t funa tish ~~ My header never changes…..look carefully & don’t be fooled by forgeries!
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This thread reminds me of a story I read about a robber who said: Freeze mothersticker! This is a f***-up!
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Meg said, "I can’t wait for the nieces and nephew to visit for another sleepover! I’m printing this out. Best regards — Meg"……. Meg, here’s another one for the wee ones. I caught my father-in-law teaching this to my daughter when she was about 4 years old (a long, long time ago). "I’m not a fig plucker or a fig pluckers son, but I’ll pluck your figs till the fig plucker comes." Good luck, Tick http://community.webtv.net/OLTICK/GTakaTICKsWEBPAGE
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I remember my folks (God rest their souls) used to laugh so at the rendition of the Pee Little Thriggs (?) I think it may have been from the Grand Ole Opry. It was before the days of Hee Haw. Anyone else know of it? – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -PamY wrote: > Okay, this is one of my kids’ favorite things to get Mom to recite when she’s > half bagged. It’s a Tairy Fale about Prinderella and the Cince. > Tonce upon a whime, in the gong, gong alo, there lived a gritty little perl > named Prinderella.
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Roche…@AOL.COM (Edee Roche) writes: > Rindercella, the dyslexic princess >This one reminded me of one of my best friends favorites: >Miss on you pister. You ain’t so mucking fuch. You didn’t muck no fuffalo. So >go back off in your own jack yard. >Careful when you say this> >Edee
or alternately, chuck you too farley. take a walk in your own jack yard and back off. ed — ———————————————————————– "The whole business of his life was in the plunder of his gaze…" Daniel Halevy on Degas | <include>ed’s 3d stuff | http://world.std.com/~ehill | 617-629-4625 |
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Okay, this is one of my kids’ favorite things to get Mom to recite when she’s half bagged. It’s a Tairy Fale about Prinderella and the Cince. Tonce upon a whime, in the gong, gong alo, there lived a gritty little perl named Prinderella. Prinderella lived with her Micked Wepstother and her two sisty uglers and they made her do all the worty dirk. All day long she pined the shots and shans, flubbed the scroors, and she was forever dashing wishes. Now one day the Ping issued a kroclamation, and this kroclamation stated that all of the geligible irls in the kingdom were to come to a Drancy Fess Ball. The micked wepstother and the two sisty uglers were very happy cuz they had drancy fesses. But poor Prinderella had no drancy fess to wear, so she went to her corner and wept …. titter bears. Suddenly, who should appear but her Mairy Fodgother. "Why do you weep Prinderella?" said the Mairy Fodgother. "I weep because I cannot go to the Drancy Fess Ball. I have no drancy fess. All I have are these things I’m wearing – my rirty dags!" <sob sob> So the Mairy Fodgother maved her wagic mand and in the eyeling of a twink she changed two mite whice into to hig borses, a cumpkin into a poach, and Prinderella’s rirty dags into a drancy fess. Away Prinderella road to the Ball, but as she was leaving the Mairy Fodgother said "Remember Prinderella, you must return on the moke of stridnight for then, once again, all will be as it was." When Prinderella arrived at the Ball she immediately paught the eye of the Cince. All night long, Prinderella pranced with the Dince. Suddenly it was the moke of stridnight. Down the stalace peps she ran and on the stottem pep she slopped her dripper. Wasn’t that a shirty dame? The following day the Ping issued another kroclamation and this kroclamation stated that all of the geligible irls in the kingdom who had been to the Drancy Fess Ball the evening before were to sly on the tripper. Now the two sisty uglers and the micked wepstother slied on the tripper, but it fidn’t dit. Then Prinderella slied on the tripper and it fid dit, so she and the Cince were married the very dame say and lived happiler evey afterwood. Hey, it may be just a tairy fale, but sometimes that’s the way the crumble cookies! This message has been brought to you by: / / / ^~~^ / / ( ” ) / { } / " " YE OLDE BAT PamY – Spokesmom for Jennie who has MS
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huh?
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Edee Roche wrote: > Rindercella, the dyslexic princess > This one reminded me of one of my best friends favorites: > Miss on you pister. You ain’t so mucking fuch. You didn’t muck no fuffalo. So > go back off in your own jack yard. > Careful when you say this> > Edee
My gosh….I used to know someone who knew a whole big soliloqy about this chick…..used to laugh myself sick when he did it at theatre parties!! You forgot to mention the slass glipper, though… Lin ~~ You can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish ~~ My header never changes…..look carefully & don’t be fooled by forgeries!
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How ’bout the poor dyslexic agnostic that had insomnia? He would lay awake all night contemplating the true meaning of "dog". Tick http://community.webtv.net/OLTICK/GTakaTICKsWEBPAGE
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Rindercella, the dyslexic princess This one reminded me of one of my best friends favorites: Miss on you pister. You ain’t so mucking fuch. You didn’t muck no fuffalo. So go back off in your own jack yard. Careful when you say this> Edee
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On 16 Jul 1999 01:57:11 +0300, Roche…@AOL.COM (Edee Roche) wrote: : Rindercella, the dyslexic princess : The same one that went to the bancy fall, met the prandsome hince, and on the way out slopped her dripper? — It is impossible to make anything foolproof, because fools are so ingenious.
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Hey! The same one said to the prandsome hince "BUM CRACK, BUM CRACK!!!" >Rindercella, the dyslexic princess>
<The same one that went to the bancy fall, met the prandsome hince, and> <on the way out slopped her dripper?> Edee farted all piss – what fun!
