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WickedsDesire -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (1/31/2016 6:41:42 AM)
as @freedomwolf has said again @jonahsjinks Op must be your twin brother. However unlike you I am an actual twin.

Cinnamongirl67 -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (1/31/2016 6:44:18 AM)
I'll be damned. Ha. My apologies Lucy. ...thanks for the lyric Jonas. [:D]

jonahsjinks -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (1/31/2016 6:47:37 AM)
God help the other twin! His he a fairy queen also?

Lucylastic -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (1/31/2016 6:54:09 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Cinnamongirl67 I'll be damned. Ha. My apologies Lucy. ...thanks for the lyric Jonas. [:D] [sm=angel_girl.gif][sm=hippie.gif]

jonahsjinks -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (1/31/2016 6:59:21 AM)
I am no sock you dimwit! If you could not be bothered to read the threads then why the bloody hell's bells are you here reading the threads? Some people are really weird and and such bad deep fat fryers (liars).

jonahsjinks -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (1/31/2016 7:05:23 AM)
I thought it would be a decent gesture to dedicate the following to you has a fellow Dwarf and worker slave ant for Snow white. Freedom Dwarf wonders forth Far over the misty mountains cold. To dungeons deep, and caverns old. We must away,'ere break of day. To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height. The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread. The trees like torches blazed with light. Freedom Dwarf you are now orf. ___________________________________ Well, we dig dig dig Well, we dig in our mine the whole day through Dig dig dig, that is what we like to do And it ain't no trick to get rich quick If you dig dig dig, with a shovel and a pick Dig dig dig, the whole day through Got to dig dig dig, it's what we like to do in our mine, in our mine Where a million diamonds shine We got to dig dig dig, from the morning till the night Dig dig dig up everything in sight We got to dig dig dig, in our mine, in our mine Dig up diamonds by the score A thousand rubies, sometimes more But we don't know what we are diggin' for, yeah Heigh-ho, heigh-ho It's off to wank we go We keep on singing all day long Heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Got to make your troubles go Well, you keep on singing all day long Heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho

jonahsjinks -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (1/31/2016 7:16:51 AM)
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain The sun was declining beneath the blue sea When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain That stands in beautiful vale of Tralee. She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer Yet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won me Oh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beaming That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee. The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading And Mary all smiling was listening to me The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee. Though lovely and fair as the rose of the summer Yet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won me Oh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beaming That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee. ____________________________________________ In Dublins fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I once met a girl called sweet Molly Malone, As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through the streets broad and narrow, Cryng cockles and mussels` Alive alive o Chorus Alive alive oh, Alive alive oh Crying cockles and mussels, Alive alive oh. Verse 2 She wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow, Just like her mother and father before And they wheeled their wheel barrow, through the streets broad and narrow, crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh My love had a fever and no one could save her, And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone, But her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow crying cockles and mussels alive-alive oh.

jonahsjinks -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (1/31/2016 7:25:32 AM)
Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, Do b' é ár gcreach thú bheith i ngéibheann, Do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh. Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Frainc ná Spáinnigh, Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh. Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile, (x3) Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceam, Mura mbeam beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh. Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile, (x3) Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh. Welcome oh woman who was so afflicted, It was our ruin that you were in bondage, Our fine land in the possession of thieves... And you sold to the foreigners! Oh-ro You're welcome home, Oh-ro You're welcome home, Oh-ro You're welcome home... Now that summer's coming! Gráinne O'Malley is coming over the sea, Armed warriors along with her as her guard, They are Gaels, not French nor Spanish... And they will rout the foreigners! Oh-ro You're welcome home (x3) Now that summer's coming! May it please the King of Miracles that we might see, Although we may live for a week once after, Gráinne Mhaol and a thousand warriors... Dispersing the foreigners! Oh-ro You're welcome home (x3) Now that summer's coming! ________________________________________ Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free, How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee? Wider still, and wider, shall thy bounds be set; God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet! Truth and Right and Freedom, each a holy gem, Stars of solemn brightness, weave thy diadem. Tho' thy way be darkened, still in splendour drest, As the star that trembles o'er the liquid West. Throned amid the billows, throned inviolate, Thou hast reigned victorious, thou has smiled at fate. Land of Hope and Glory, fortress of the Free, How may we extol thee, praise thee, honour thee? Hark, a mighty nation maketh glad reply; Lo, our lips are thankful, lo, our hearts are high! Hearts in hope uplifted, loyal lips that sing; Strong in faith and freedom, we have crowned our King

Jokerr -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/1/2016 8:48:03 AM)
Pansy puff and powder puff, huff and puff, huff and puff!

Cinnamongirl67 -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/2/2016 5:13:01 AM)
Why thank you kind Sir ( I think)[:D] Does a courtesy and a twirl in my imaginary dress. http://youtu.be/Lo6ZryveN1s

fillyroughrider -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/2/2016 6:16:53 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: freedomdwarf1 I noticed the post was from a sock so I didn't even bother to look at any of them [8D] Hugh Smelly-Farts says hi guys!

fillyroughrider -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/2/2016 6:18:36 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Cinnamongirl67 Why thank you kind Sir ( I think)[:D] Does a courtesy and a twirl in my imaginary dress. http://youtu.be/Lo6ZryveN1s I some how think you may look better in the natural naked state than wearing a dress but that is in my imaginary mind. I must confess I prefer woman top be naked myself.

LadyPact -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/2/2016 6:25:34 AM)
I'm just wondering if you talk to yourself when you are home alone, too.

jlf1961 -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/2/2016 7:47:56 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: LadyPact I'm just wondering if you talk to yourself when you are home alone, too. Probably, who in their right mind would actually talk to him, thus he is the only person he can talk to.

freedomdwarf1 -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/2/2016 8:45:35 AM)
FR~ The title says "Real men...."; yet most of the noise comes from sock puppets! Any Real man would have no need to hide behind a sock. [8\|]

LadyPact -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/2/2016 8:57:25 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: freedomdwarf1 Any Real man would have no need to hide behind a sock. [8\|] Agreed.

Bayernsloss -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/2/2016 9:53:43 AM)
He is always home alone! They originally wrote it for a geriatric clown left alone whilst is family vacated in Europe but them changed the script for a child instead. He auditioned for the part but was told hecwas too young

Bayernsloss -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/2/2016 9:55:15 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Bayernsloss He is always home alone! They originally wrote it for a geriatric clown left alone whilst is family vacated in Europe but them changed the script for a child instead. He auditioned for the part but was told he was too young

Bayernsloss -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/2/2016 9:58:40 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: freedomdwarf1 FR~ The title says "Real men...."; yet most of the noise comes from sock puppets! Any Real man would have no need to hide behind a sock. [8\|] Indeed it does and we know you are the Grand Master,Sock Puppet and Grand Master of the Ancient Order of Water Rats.

Bayernsloss -> RE: Real men - No pansies resting on their laurels here (2/2/2016 10:02:47 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: LadyPact quote: ORIGINAL: freedomdwarf1 Any Real man would have no need to hide behind a sock. [8\|] WELL SINCE HE WILL DO ANYTHING YOU TELL HIM TO WHEN HE IS ATTACHED TO YOUR RIGHT HAND ONE IS NOT SUPRISED YOU AGREE YOU SHAMELESS HUSSEY. Agreed.

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