Oh gosh ... my back has been injured several times in my life - it is NO fun, that's a fact! I hope it will heal soon and you'll be back in top form. Your humor remains refreshingly intact though - the sign of a true warrior. Rufus - WOOF!
Blessings bubba ...
Richard
Reviewed by Rene Swing (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2007
Loved the poem...I am with Kathy...I love the slow dances...lol.
All you need is a couple of Thailand naked girls trampling on your back, after a while you wouldn't be able to lie on your stomach, guarantee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And at Bellas Dance...be there!!!!!!!!
The ONLY cure for that backache is to stop ASSUMING the dominant position, on TOP!
When LAYING, LAY on the BOTTOM, and let your BETTER HALF DO ALL THE WORK!
After about 20-30 times, if this don't work ... SUE ME !!!
Chances are you will forget your back, and be BITCHIN' BOUT that BIG GRIN that won't go away!
TomKat...
p.s. love SCOTT's STORY! FUZZ never WUZ mused WUZ E?
Are you going to take your monkey to the party with you this time? You know how much Stoney loves to dance. When you don't take him dancing occasionally, he humps everybody's legs. By the way, did he get off the crack yet?
While I'm on the subject of monkeys, I got pulled over the other night for speeding. When the officer came up to my window, he asked me how fast I was going. I told him that I didn't have a clue, but that one of his headlights was out. He looked back at his cruiser, and I said, "Monkeys always loooook!" He was not at all amused--not even a little bit. I thought it was pretty funny myself, until he handcuffed me and took me to his little hideaway and wouldn't let me eat anything but sardines and lizards and called everybody in my cell phone memory and told them that I would be busy for a while learning respect for authority. I finally escaped last Monday, but not before I learned to like sardines. I don't think I could ever learn to like lizards, though. I hate it when they wiggle around in my belly.
I hope your problems with your back aren't a symptom of your erectile dysfunction. That'll teach you for consorting with monkeys, you monkey philanderer.
Your back hurting, Ed? Hope not; don't need you dancin' the Watusi, the Cajun two step, or any other kind of dancing! LOL Very well written; enjoyed! Sounds like it's gon' be one heck of a fais do do!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
If there's Cajun music there, I'll be doin' the Cajun FOUR step! LOL
Blue Nose Flies are a wonderful ancient elixir for Back Aches, Bro, and as you know, I'm always thinkin about your welfare. I've stocked plenty for The Ball, and people may even pay us to feed 'em to you. Now that should Cheer You Up!!!
PS I no longer have filthy hands - now that I'm a werewolf, I have filthy paws. (But I'm keepin the flies nice and clean for ya!)
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Have ya ate any Strong Heart dog food Ed?
Well, save some for old Rufuz..
Happy Everything
Blessings bubba ...
Richard
I recently got an email that said WD40 was good for joint aches. Personally, I wouldn't try it, but ...
Kathy
And at Bellas Dance...be there!!!!!!!!
Edvard the Elder
The ONLY cure for that backache is to stop ASSUMING the dominant position, on TOP!
When LAYING, LAY on the BOTTOM, and let your BETTER HALF DO ALL THE WORK!
After about 20-30 times, if this don't work ... SUE ME !!!
Chances are you will forget your back, and be BITCHIN' BOUT that BIG GRIN that won't go away!
TomKat...
p.s. love SCOTT's STORY! FUZZ never WUZ mused WUZ E?
While I'm on the subject of monkeys, I got pulled over the other night for speeding. When the officer came up to my window, he asked me how fast I was going. I told him that I didn't have a clue, but that one of his headlights was out. He looked back at his cruiser, and I said, "Monkeys always loooook!" He was not at all amused--not even a little bit. I thought it was pretty funny myself, until he handcuffed me and took me to his little hideaway and wouldn't let me eat anything but sardines and lizards and called everybody in my cell phone memory and told them that I would be busy for a while learning respect for authority. I finally escaped last Monday, but not before I learned to like sardines. I don't think I could ever learn to like lizards, though. I hate it when they wiggle around in my belly.
I hope your problems with your back aren't a symptom of your erectile dysfunction. That'll teach you for consorting with monkeys, you monkey philanderer.
Enjoyed your poem!
Love,
Susan
Git down with your bad self! That is if you get your back in shape, first: sounds like a regular soiree! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And I get first dance with ya, right? Promise I'll be gentle. :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
If there's Cajun music there, I'll be doin' the Cajun FOUR step! LOL
Evil Enchantress
PS I no longer have filthy hands - now that I'm a werewolf, I have filthy paws. (But I'm keepin the flies nice and clean for ya!)