General Chat

Sally, inflation is good in these days of the credit crunch, can't beat a good pair of knockers.

Broad Sword calling Danny Boy?

Good comeback RB.......most impressed.........I heard you mention a boardname I have not seen for year......AB......is he still around.....

sally

sorry Sal, AB ?

Got it wrong, it was Candyman said about Atlantic Blue.....

nice name Sally, is it your real name

Sarah really, named for my Granny who was always called by the nickname Sally........so I have been Sally from day one........

.......is Running your real name ?? :0)))))))

I'm gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John
he said he had the misery but he got a lot of fun
Baby, yeah now baby
Woo baby, some fun tonight

I saw Uncle John with Long Tall Sally
he saw Aunt Mary comin' and he ducked back in the alley
Oh, baby, yeah now baby
Woo baby, some fun tonight

Well Long Tall Sally
She pretty sweet
She got everything that Uncle John need
Baby, yeah now baby
Woo baby, some fun tonight

yes, but changed the bare into bear

On the banks of the river,
stood Running Bear,
young Indian brave,
And on the other side of the river,
stood his lovely Indian maid.

Little White Dove was her name,
such a lovely sight to see,
But their tribes fought with each other,
And their love could never be.

Chorus:
O' Running Bear, loved little White Dove,
with a love as big as sky.
O' Running Bear, loved little White Dove,
with a love that couldn't die.

He couldn't swim the raging river,
because the river was too wide,
He couldn't reach his little White Dove,
Standing on the other side.

Through the moonlight he could see her,
Blowing kisses across the waves,
And his heart was beating faster,
Waiting for his Indian maid.

Chorus:
O' Running Bear, loved little White Dove,
with a love as big as sky.
O' Running Bear, loved little White Dove,
with a love that couldn't die.

Running Bear dove in the water,
Little White Dove did the same,
as they swam towards each other,
Through the swirling waters came.

As then their hands touched and their lips met,
The raging river dragged them down,
And now they'll always be together,
In that happy hunting ground.

Chorus:
O' Running Bear, loved little White Dove,
with a love as big as sky.
O' Running Bear, loved little White Dove,
with a love that couldn't die.

Chorus:
O' Running Bear, loved little White Dove,
with a love as big as sky.
O' Running Bear, loved little White Dove,
with a love that couldn't die.

lol......you are a wazzock :0)

Sorry, just looked that word up and it is a bit too harsh.....

try again:......Ooooh you are awful......but I like you......(Dick Emery)

Can't beat a good bit of old DICK,

Hmmmm........another efficianado of the double entendre eh!........

Part Two.

A noise was heard in the courtyard and in came Daniel on his gallant white steed, with his balls slung over his shoulder. "What ho!" cried the King. "Ass-hole!" replied Daniel, thus scoring an early point for the common people.
At this, the Queen dashed madly through the court with her drawers at half-mast, and her ass shining like a looking-glass in the moonlight.

Why, thank you kind sir.......I try not to do much harm.......lol.....

previous number 3698658,,,,,,,,,I threw in the towel and left for a couple of months last year........had a hissy fit......

Remember Atlantic Blue, caused a bit of a ripple on the GR millpond.......he was ex-naval as far as I can remember, and spoke Russian.........gave us an idea for the Spy School thread, which went great guns.....


ya ne ponymau Ryskie.......I don't understand Russian.....

April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, shell change her tune,
In restless walks shell prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September Ill remember
A love once new has now grown old.

I know a woman, (who) became a wife
These are the very words she uses to describe her life
She said a good day ain't got no rain
She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed
And I think of things that might have been

On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.

War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
General order their soldiers to kill.
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.

It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
You, it's you and me.