In the Sunday Mail (Adelaide’s Sunday newspaper) By Melissa Leong “I wonder if we’re losing our capability for rational discussion” There’s no question that the world is in the toilet right now. And I mean right at the bottom of the bowl, you know? Sure, as long as there have been people on the planet, we’ve had or issues. But at present it certainly feels as though things have hit a fever pitch that only dogs and bats should be able to hear. As such, I don’t think anyone can be blamed for being a little (or a lot) up in arms, From the atrocities of war and political injustice to social inequality; tragedy and environmental disaster, there’s a lot to be angry, sad and confused about, that’s for sure. I don’t know about you, but every day feels a bit like a powder keg waiting to blow at any given moment. As our patience wears thin on the issues we care about, I’m noticing that a new kind of worrying trend is rising in tandem. For the sake of our conversation, I’m going t...
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ReplyDeleteFLOSSIE THE FLOOZY
(To the tune of FROSTY THE SNOWMAN)
Flossie the Floozy, I’m telling you so you’ll know,
Had a garter belt and a button nose, and two boobs made of snow.
Flossie the Floozy was a *kurveh, so they say.
She was made of snow, but the children know she came to life one day.
There must have been some magic in that old bra that they found,
‘Cause when they placed it on her boobs, she threw it on the ground!
Oh, Flossie the Floozy was alive as she could be
And the children say she said, “You must pay if you want to be with me.”
Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
The children were awestruck.
Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
“Who’s got twenty bucks?”
Flossie the Floozy knew the sun was hot that day,
So she said, "I’ve got to dash and make some cash now, before I melt away."
Down to the taverns, this chilly courtesan,
Running near and far, she must have looked bizarre, sayin', "*Shtup me if you can."
They followed her down the streets of town, smack into a cop,
But all the grownups ran away when they heard him holler, "Stop!"
Then Flossie the Floozy knew she had to go to jail,
But she waved goodbye, sayin' "Don't you cry, I'll be back when I post bail."
*kurveh-prostitute
*Shtup-have intercourse with
I'll never look at a snowman again
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DeleteAhhhh...George Strait....a man straight after my heart!
ReplyDeletefishducky; that's hilarious! I love it. And will never ever put a bra on a snowwoman with boobs.
ReplyDeleteLee; he's another good one isn't he? Right up there with all the other favourites.
That's a nice cheery Christmas Song..but then most Christmas songs are cheery :)
ReplyDeleteMargaret-whiteangel; some are hard to listen to though, when they're sung too slowly. I prefer the cheerier ones.
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