Meaningless random post thread...

[Roxanne Appleby]

Okay Rox. Go write the story.

I never it thought of it, but yes, yes you're right. OMG I'll never hear that song the same way again. Tee Hee... More fun that way!

Well, that is thought-provoking.

"Doe a deer, a female deer... "

No! It's just a lovely image in a delightful, innocent song! I take it back! Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!

 

[secretme]

VeggieTales, VeggieTales... I loooooooove them!!!

Where is my hairbrush? Where oh where is my hairbrush?

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Where is my hairbrush? Where oh where is my hairbrush?

LOL, see previous page.

 

[secretme]

Oh where is my hairbrush?!

Oh where oh where oh where oh where oh WHEEEEEEEEEEEERE......is my little hairbrush

Where is my hairbrush? Where oh where is my hairbrush?

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

[elizabeth22673]

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Take care of my hairbrush

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

I have no belly button....

 

[Ǽltya]

Find my blanket while you're looking. I'm freeeezing.

 

[Ǽltya]

I have no belly button....

Huh? .

 

[bluebell]

No! It's just a lovely image in a delightful, innocent song! I take it back! Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!

Too late, dearest. You're knee-deep in the mire with the rest of us gimblers.

 

[secretme]

I have no belly button....

mayhaps the person whole stole your button also has my hairbrush...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Huh? .

Mr. Lunt: Baby I know your eyes see right through my disguise
Boyz: (Larry, Jimmy, Junior): And no one can deny
Mr. Lunt: Baby that I'm the one whose love is no surprise
Boyz: And he can't tell you no lie
Mr. Lunt: But there's a secret I've been hidin' I can't keep it no more
Boyz: There's this thing about himself he's never told you before
Lunt: Baby!

Chorus:
Boyz: He needs to tell you something
Mr. Lunt: I don't got a bellybutton
Oh I need to tell you something
Boyz: Can you figure it out
He don't got a bellybutton
Boyz: Bellybutton no, oh no no

Mr. Lunt: Baby please don't squeal, just tell me how you feel
Boyz: 'Cause his love is for real
Mr. Lunt: And if you went away, my heart would never heal
Boyz: So to you he appeals
Mr. Lunt: There's something missing in my middle and it's hard to ignore
Boyz: There's this thing about himself he's never told you before
Lunt: Baby!

Chorus

Khalil: Bellybutton!
Boyz: Uh, uh
Khalil: Bellybutton!
Boyz: Uh, uh
Khalil: You say your bellybutton's missing, there's no reason for alarm
It's a common thing for gourds, it won't do you any harm
You're technically a fruit and with that much being said;
Your umbilical equivocal is up there on your head!
You could opt for a prosthetic but of course you'd have to know
It'd be covered by your shirt, but not your HMO
Boyz: Bellybutton!
Khalil: Uh, uh
Boyz: Bellybutton
Khalil: Uh, uh

Mr. Lunt: a stylish something absent from my midrif's d'cor
Boyz: There's this thing about himself he's never told you before
Lunt: Baby!

Boyz: He need to tell you something
Mr. Lunt: I don't got a belly button
Oh I need to tell you something
Boyz: Can you figure it out
He don't got a belly button
Boyz: Belly button no, oh no no
Lunt and Boyz: No belly button!

 

[Ǽltya]

Boyz: He need to tell you something
Mr. Lunt: I don't got a belly button
Oh I need to tell you something
Boyz: Can you figure it out
He don't got a belly button
Boyz: Belly button no, oh no no
Lunt and Boyz: No belly button!

That explains it.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

I wonder what would make people sit up and say "wow!"

 

[rgraham666]

Do-di-o-do-di-o-do-di-o-do-do!

 

[rgraham666]

Also, six.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Seven ate Nine. . .

 

[mrklin]

Do - the stuff that buys my beer

Ra - the guy who sells me beer

Mi - the one who drinks my beer

Fa - a long way to the john

So - I'll have another beer

La - ger lager lager beer

Ti - no thanks, I'll have a beer

And that brings us back to do, do, do, do...

 

[secretme]

I wonder what would make people sit up and say "wow!"

Things that make you go hmm...

 

[secretme]

Is luath fear doimeig air fàire, latha fuar Earraich.
Swift is the slut’s husband over the hill, on a bleak day in Spring.
-Gaelic proverb

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

I could have used a good round of sex before he left.

 

[feeeriek]

Find my blanket while you're looking. I'm freeeezing.

i think feee has your blanket

 

[Ǽltya]

i think feee has your blanket

I found a spare. But now I could use gloves. My fingers are freezing.

 

[feeeriek]

I found a spare. But now I could use gloves. My fingers are freezing.

.....

 

[Ǽltya]

Ancient proverb

Piss or get off the pot.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

I need to buy groceries.