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:D Soz about the thing bit. I had to make it rhyme.
You know it doesnt make much sense
There ought to be a law against
Anyone who takes offense
At a day in your celebration
cause we all know in our minds
That there ought to be a time
That we can set aside
To show just how much we love you
And Im sure you would agree
It couldnt fit more perfectly
Than to have a world party on the day you came to beHappy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthdayHappy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthdayI just never understood
How a girl who lives for good
Could not have a day that would
Be set aside for her recognition
Because it should never be
Just because some cannot see
The dream as clear as she
That they should make it become an illusion
And we all know everything
That she stood for time will bring
For in peace our hearts will sing
Thanks to a li’l bit of Mary J thingHappy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthdayHappy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthdayWhy has there never been a holiday
Where peace is celebrated
All throughout the worldThe time is overdue
For people like me and you
Who know the way to truth
Is love and unity to all God’s children
It should never be a great event
And the whole day should be spent
In full remembrance
Of those who lived and died for the oneness of all people
So let us all begin
We know that love can win
Let it out dont hold it in
Sing it loud as you canHappy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthdayHappy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthdayHappy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthdayHappy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthdayHappy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Ooh yeah
Happy birthday…
We know the key to unify all people
Is in the dream that you had so long ago
That lives in all of the hearts of people
That believe in unity
Well make the dream become a reality
I know we will
Because our hearts tell us so:-s In any case, pointing is very rude. Were you people dragged up?
@Runway wrote:
I have another question, does one put sticking plaster on her nipples to cover her lesbian love of a certain woman?
Certainly not. There is nothing shameful about sapphic love whatever. Except, perhaps, in the case of ugly women, who should have the good grace not to get involved in romantic situations at all.
@’Tis Me wrote:
Last night, Tommy Toxen told me that if I don’t DO gay stuff with him, (Like listen to Elton John cd’s), then he’s going to break into my house, and do what gay burgulars do…
Firstly, did i have a right to say no, and secondily, what do gay burgulars do?
Why would you say no to a jolly night in listening to the wonderful hits of Mr Elton John? Tommy’s threat to otherwise force you to have fun seems the normal behaviour of any dapper chap with an eye on the well being of his chum.
:D Thank you, Ms Gyps. If there is anything I can help you with, please don’t hesitate to ask. Did I mention I have always quite liked you?
:-s Yes. You should never have attended a wedding held in the dubious surroundings of a ‘community hall’.
@*Sian* wrote:
:lol: Brogues are not sensible to a boy of 12, he’d get his head kicked in. Although Bob does wear sensible footwear to school. :D
I need more advice on footwear, do I go for a flipperty flopperty or a sandal this year?
Brogues certainly are most sensible for a gentleman of any age. After all, are we teaching him to cow in fear and conform to the rabble or are we teaching him to be a proper chap, unafraid of the vagaries of the mob? It’ll toughen him up.
Flipperty flopperties are very last year. This summer, the discerning chapess will be wearing something graceful with a six inch heel.
A gentleman, Mr Amphibian, should never pass wind in mixed company. As a jolly jape in front of the egg-chasing company of the local rugger club, however, accidents may happen. In that case I believe the correct course of action is to cheerfully admit your faux pas, put your pants on your head and down your pint.
Best of luck with the loose sphincter.
I go out to work on Monday morning,
Tuesday I go off to honeymoon,
I’ll be back again before it’s time for sunnydown,
I’ll be lazing on a Sunday afternoon.
Bicycling on every Wednesday evening,
Thursday I go waltzing to the Zoo.
I come from London town,
I’m just an ordinary guy,
Fridays I go painting in the Louvre,
I’m bound to be proposing on a Saturday night,
(There he goes again),
I’ll be lazing on a Sunday, lazing on a Sunday,
Lazing on a Sunday afternoon.Queen ~ Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon
