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Post by Verbivore on Aug 18, 2008 9:54:22 GMT
Onward Christian Soldiers [modified for sceptics and unbelievers]
Lyrics modified by the Sydney Gay Choir circa 1978.
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Post by Vadim on Aug 18, 2008 10:59:11 GMT
[...]modified for sceptics and unbelievers Thanks for this, Vv - 't'as made my day. |
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Post by Vadim on Aug 21, 2008 6:42:37 GMT
The Lord's Prayer [modified for real believers!]
Modification made by an unknown source. ;D
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Post by Alan Palmer on Aug 21, 2008 9:39:00 GMT
I had this saved from somewhere but I seem to have lost the attribution (if there was any): How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love cold beer
On hot summer days.
I love small bottles
Of special brews.
I love a beer
When watching the news.
I love it dark,
I love it bright.
I love it mid-day,
I love it at night.
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
But I love it best
When somebody else pays. |
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Post by Verbivore on Aug 21, 2008 10:17:42 GMT
Alan: That's reminiscent of a series of ads, done some years ago, for Carlton Draught (an Aussie beer from the same company - Carlton United Breweries - as Fosters). All taste like bats' p1ss to me, I'm afraid.  |
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Post by Barry on Aug 21, 2008 11:09:32 GMT
Goldenhair by Sir John Waller.
Golden-haired boy on the edge of the street
In his tight blue jeans on his lonely beat.
Hush! Hush!
I'm rather afraid
Christopher Robin is looking for trade.
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Post by Vadim on Aug 21, 2008 12:02:24 GMT
Goldenhair by Sir John Waller. Golden-haired boy on the edge of the street In his tight blue jeans on his lonely beat. Hush! Hush! I'm rather afraid Christopher Robin is looking for trade. That could only sound right from you, Barry!  |
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Post by TfS on Aug 21, 2008 14:22:35 GMT
All taste like bats' p1ss to me, I'm afraid. I'm afraid to ask how you know, Vv  |
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Post by Verbivore on Aug 21, 2008 14:25:23 GMT
All taste like bats' p1ss to me, I'm afraid. I'm afraid to ask how you know, Vv Tony: If you lived near my place, you'd rapidly learn not to gawk skyward at dusk with mouth agape. Need I say more? |
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Post by TfS on Aug 21, 2008 14:30:05 GMT
I'm afraid to ask how you know, Vv Tony: If you lived near my place, you'd rapidly learn not to gawk skyward at dusk with mouth agape. Need I say more? Not a single word, Vv.  |
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Post by Pete on Aug 21, 2008 14:44:56 GMT
Alan: That's reminiscent of a series of ads, done some years ago, for Carlton Draught (an Aussie beer from the same company - Carlton United Breweries - as Fosters). All taste like bats' p1ss to me, I'm afraid. Agreed. One of the main barriers to livng in Australia is the lack of any decent beer. |
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Post by Pete on Aug 21, 2008 14:45:39 GMT
Of course, if I had an entrepreneurial bone in my body ...
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Post by Twoddle on Aug 21, 2008 19:00:28 GMT
Goldenhair by Sir John Waller. Golden-haired boy on the edge of the street In his tight blue jeans on his lonely beat. Hush! Hush! I'm rather afraid Christopher Robin is looking for trade. Hush, hush! Whisper who dares; Little boy sits at the foot of the stairs. Blood on the carpet; Fur on the mat. Christopher Robin's castrated the cat. (There's another verse, but it's not suitable for polite company.) |
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Post by Twoddle on Aug 21, 2008 19:03:23 GMT
As you all probably know, Wordsworth's poem, Daffodils, was revised several times before it was published. Here's the original form of the first stanza:
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
But had to stop to have a tiddle.
Then all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodiddles.
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Post by TfS on Aug 21, 2008 19:52:44 GMT
As you all probably know, Wordsworth's poem, Daffodils, was revised several times before it was published. Here's the original form of the first stanza: I wandered lonely as a cloud, But had to stop to have a tiddle. Then all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodiddles. Yes, I've seen them here: Daffodiddles. |
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