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DACDjr · January 26th, 2003, 06:38 PM

(sigh) ok so I have no live outside of Sesame Street.. ROFL

Oh wait there`s Dragon Tales ROFL...

cookieart · January 26th, 2003, 07:03 PM

Yay, Daccie sang for me!!!
Tops? DO you remember a song that has a line like this in it.."i believe for everydrop of rain that faLLs, a flower grows"?

DLC55 · January 26th, 2003, 09:02 PM

I Believe

I believe, for every drop of rain that falls,
A flower grows...

I believe that somewhere in the darkest night,
A candle glows...

I believe for everyone who goes astray,
Someone will come, to show the way,
I believe, I believe...

I believe, above the storm the smallest prayer,
Will still be heard...

I believe, that someone in the great somewhere,
Hears every word...

Everytime I hear a newborn baby cry,
Or touch a leaf, or see the sky,
Then I know why, I believe!

I believe, above the storm the smallest prayer,
Will still be heard...

I believe, that someone in the great somewhere,
Hears every word...

Everytime I hear a newborn baby cry,
Or touch a leaf, or see the sky,
Then I know why, I believe!

Cod · January 26th, 2003, 10:16 PM

I'm all weepy now.

;-)

WA114 · January 26th, 2003, 10:42 PM

Tire burning at the city dump? What's with all the campfire songs?

topsinapod · January 27th, 2003, 02:09 PM

Yep yep Cookie!! I know that one! Campfire songs WA??

hmmmmmm Row row row your boat gently down the stream....... merrily merrily merrily merriy life is but a dream.

WA114 · January 27th, 2003, 02:32 PM

My mistake. Bra burning, not tire burning...

Hard to tell the difference -- both go up really well.

Cod · January 27th, 2003, 03:24 PM

maybe, but a bra is quite a bit more comfy to wear!

WA114 · January 27th, 2003, 05:43 PM

Granted, when presented with having to choose between wearing a tire and wearing a bra, I'd choose a bra.

But ... Think hypothetically for a moment: if we're speaking about sinking ships... DUH! I'd choose the life preserver over the bra.

As to a bra's generally being comfy, to that, Cod, I say, "Piff and twaddle!"

Underwire and boning poking in one's ribs and the cups making one itch is not quite the stimulus I had in mind when it comes to that particular region of the body.

Off comes the bra. "Burn, baby, burn."

/me goes off muttering, "Now where did I put those butterfly clamps..."

Just kidding!!!

DACDjr · January 27th, 2003, 08:58 PM

But then again, if you are like me and you are sinking, take the bra off and float up

topsinapod · January 28th, 2003, 06:31 AM

But when you go bibbity boppity boo when you walk, I would suggest the bra.

topsinapod · January 28th, 2003, 06:35 AM

The happy wanderer
I love to go a-wandering,
Along the mountain track,
And as I go, I love to sing,
My knapsack on my back.

Chorus:
Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra-
Val-de-ri--Val-de ha ha ha ha ha ha
Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra.
My knapsack on my back.

I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun,
So joyously it calls to me,
"Come! Join my happy song!"

Chorus:
Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra-
Val-de-ri--Val-de ha ha ha ha ha ha
Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra.
My knapsack on my back.

I wave my hat to all I meet,
And they wave back to me,
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet
From ev'ry green-wood tree.

Chorus:
Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra-
Val-de-ri--Val-de ha ha ha ha ha ha
Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra.
My knapsack on my back.

High overhead, the skylarks wing,
They never rest at home,
But just like me, they love to sing,
As o'er the world we roam.

Chorus:
Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra-
Val-de-ri--Val-de ha ha ha ha ha ha
Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra.
My knapsack on my back.

Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die!
Oh may I always laugh and sing
Beneath God's clear blue sky!

Chorus:
Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra-
Val-de-ri--Val-de ha ha ha ha ha ha
Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra.
My knapsack on my back.

I think I'll wear my bra for this one!

WA114 · January 28th, 2003, 08:49 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by topsinapod
But when you go bibbity boppity boo when you walk, I would suggest the bra.

That is far from being a problem in my case.

topsinapod · January 28th, 2003, 01:25 PM

Otto Titsling

'This next story is a true story.
It concerns two of my favorite subjects:
industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation garment
that we women wear today was a German scientist
and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
This is a true story.
His name was Otto Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you.'

Gotta love that Movie Beaches!!!!!! (Bette Midler's pretty good too!!)

Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.

One night at the opera he saw an Aida
who's t-ts were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.

Oh, my god! There she blows!
Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration
flood his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his workshop
where he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For Otto Titsling had found his quest:
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!

Every night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!

Well, he stitched and he slaved
and he slaved and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

Exhausted but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the diva's house
bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial misgivings,
she finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth
from the diva's mouth
was so loud that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Siroccan Winds
which would often roll through the Schwarzwald
with a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did Otto know,
at the moment of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the diva's bed
was none other than the very worst
of the French patent thieves,
Philippe DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the scene
with a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, 'Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan.'

'Oh, thank you!'

The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?

'Ohhh! Thank you!'

seo58 · January 30th, 2003, 08:46 AM

hmmmmmmm new name for a bra......titsling lololol

January 26th, 2003, 06:38 PM	#856
DACDjr Senior Memeber Join Date: May 2001 Location: Indiana Posts: 864	(sigh) ok so I have no live outside of Sesame Street.. ROFL Oh wait there`s Dragon Tales ROFL... __________________ KAP-AJS

January 26th, 2003, 07:03 PM	#857
cookieart You've got a friend ! Join Date: Nov 2001 Location: Delaware Posts: 142	DACCCC Yay, Daccie sang for me!!! Tops? DO you remember a song that has a line like this in it.."i believe for everydrop of rain that faLLs, a flower grows"? __________________ Visiting Delaware??? Let me give you a tour!!!

January 26th, 2003, 10:42 PM	#860
WA114 www.womensweb.ca Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: Canada Posts: 551	Tire burning at the city dump? What's with all the campfire songs? __________________ There are 2 means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats. -- A.Schweitzer

January 27th, 2003, 02:32 PM	#862
WA114 www.womensweb.ca Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: Canada Posts: 551	My mistake. Bra burning, not tire burning... Hard to tell the difference -- both go up really well. __________________ There are 2 means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats. -- A.Schweitzer

January 27th, 2003, 05:43 PM	#864
WA114 www.womensweb.ca Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: Canada Posts: 551	Granted, when presented with having to choose between wearing a tire and wearing a bra, I'd choose a bra. But ... Think hypothetically for a moment: if we're speaking about sinking ships... DUH! I'd choose the life preserver over the bra. As to a bra's generally being comfy, to that, Cod, I say, "Piff and twaddle!" Underwire and boning poking in one's ribs and the cups making one itch is not quite the stimulus I had in mind when it comes to that particular region of the body. Off comes the bra. "Burn, baby, burn." /me goes off muttering, "Now where did I put those butterfly clamps..." Just kidding!!! __________________ There are 2 means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats. -- A.Schweitzer

January 26th, 2003, 09:02 PM	#858
DLC55 You owe me for this! Join Date: Feb 2001 Location: The animals allow me to live with them Posts: 342	I Believe I believe, for every drop of rain that falls, A flower grows... I believe that somewhere in the darkest night, A candle glows... I believe for everyone who goes astray, Someone will come, to show the way, I believe, I believe... I believe, above the storm the smallest prayer, Will still be heard... I believe, that someone in the great somewhere, Hears every word... Everytime I hear a newborn baby cry, Or touch a leaf, or see the sky, Then I know why, I believe! I believe, above the storm the smallest prayer, Will still be heard... I believe, that someone in the great somewhere, Hears every word... Everytime I hear a newborn baby cry, Or touch a leaf, or see the sky, Then I know why, I believe!

January 26th, 2003, 10:16 PM	#859
Cod Hooked on The OC! Join Date: Mar 2001 Posts: 1,252	I'm all weepy now. ;-)

January 27th, 2003, 02:09 PM	#861
topsinapod Registered User Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Maine Posts: 120	Yep yep Cookie!! I know that one! Campfire songs WA?? hmmmmmm Row row row your boat gently down the stream....... merrily merrily merrily merriy life is but a dream.

January 27th, 2003, 03:24 PM	#863
Cod Hooked on The OC! Join Date: Mar 2001 Posts: 1,252	maybe, but a bra is quite a bit more comfy to wear!

January 27th, 2003, 08:58 PM	#865
DACDjr Senior Memeber Join Date: May 2001 Location: Indiana Posts: 864	But then again, if you are like me and you are sinking, take the bra off and float up __________________ KAP-AJS

January 28th, 2003, 06:31 AM	#866
topsinapod Registered User Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Maine Posts: 120	But when you go bibbity boppity boo when you walk, I would suggest the bra.

January 28th, 2003, 06:35 AM	#867
topsinapod Registered User Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Maine Posts: 120	The happy wanderer I love to go a-wandering, Along the mountain track, And as I go, I love to sing, My knapsack on my back. Chorus: Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra- Val-de-ri--Val-de ha ha ha ha ha ha Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra. My knapsack on my back. I love to wander by the stream That dances in the sun, So joyously it calls to me, "Come! Join my happy song!" Chorus: Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra- Val-de-ri--Val-de ha ha ha ha ha ha Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra. My knapsack on my back. I wave my hat to all I meet, And they wave back to me, And blackbirds call so loud and sweet From ev'ry green-wood tree. Chorus: Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra- Val-de-ri--Val-de ha ha ha ha ha ha Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra. My knapsack on my back. High overhead, the skylarks wing, They never rest at home, But just like me, they love to sing, As o'er the world we roam. Chorus: Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra- Val-de-ri--Val-de ha ha ha ha ha ha Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra. My knapsack on my back. Oh, may I go a-wandering Until the day I die! Oh may I always laugh and sing Beneath God's clear blue sky! Chorus: Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra- Val-de-ri--Val-de ha ha ha ha ha ha Val-de-ri--Val-de-ra. My knapsack on my back. I think I'll wear my bra for this one!

January 28th, 2003, 01:25 PM	#869
topsinapod Registered User Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Maine Posts: 120	Otto Titsling 'This next story is a true story. It concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . . The inventor of the modern foundation garment that we women wear today was a German scientist and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling! This is a true story. His name was Otto Titsling. What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer. It's a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you.' Gotta love that Movie Beaches!!!!!! (Bette Midler's pretty good too!!) Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut, had nothing to get very worked up about. His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak. He fled to the opera at least twice a week. One night at the opera he saw an Aida who's t-ts were so big they would often impede her. Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit, done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts. Oh, my god! There she blows! Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess. Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds, and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration flood his soul. He knew what he had to do! He ran back to his workshop where he futzed and futzed and futzed. For Otto Titsling had found his quest: to lift and mold the female breast; to point the small ones to the sky; to keep the big ones high and dry! Every night he'd sweat and snort searching for the right support. He tried some string and paper clips. Hey! He even tried his own two lips! Well, he stitched and he slaved and he slaved and he stitched until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning, Otto arose from his workbench triumphant. Yes! He had invented the worlds first over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray! Exhausted but ecstatic he ran down the street to the diva's house bearing the prototype in his hot little hand. Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on. But, after many initial misgivings, she finally did. And the sigh of relief that issued forth from the diva's mouth was so loud that it was mistaken by some to be the early onset of the Siroccan Winds which would often roll through the Schwarzwald with a vengeance! Ahhhhh-i! But little did Otto know, at the moment of his greatest triumph, lurking under the diva's bed was none other than the very worst of the French patent thieves, Philippe DeBrassiere. And Phil was watching the scene with a great deal of interest! Later that night, while our Brun Hilda slept, into the wardrobe Philippe softly crept. He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore, 'til he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door. Crying, 'Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss! I'm gonna make me a million from this! Every woman in the world will wanna buy one. I can have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan.' 'Oh, thank you!' The result of this swindle is pointedly clear: Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere? 'Ohhh! Thank you!'

January 30th, 2003, 08:46 AM	#870
seo58 Member Join Date: Mar 2001 Posts: 158	hmmmmmmm new name for a bra......titsling lololol