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Ragtime gal

The LHC has many functions and looking for the HB is just one of the experiments being carried out. It shall not lack for use for decades to come.

Oh my baby oh my darling...

silverhair2008 wrote:

It is amazing how awake you get at 6 am when 45 lbs of wet nose touches you and says, "I have to go tinkle". I have Duke to thank for that.

You have a talking dog? Awesome!

My dog usually stops at the cold, wet nose. Maybe a little whimpering.

As long as he doesn't start singing Rag time gal

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Ross Byers wrote:

The thread title and alignment jokes make this look like a joke thread, so it is moved to off topic.

But Ross, what if we don't want it?

Bury it in smurfs, non sequitors, and amusing aliases until it is assimilated?

I guess we can do that.

BUT SHOULD WE?

Wont that mean it just gets bigger and sticks around?

We could always force choke it instead?

Or non Trollishly talk about gaming.

Not to much to ask is it?

Think about the Kittens.

They. do. not. ask. for. much.

We could lick it, or hump it.

or ignore it and post to other threads until it is archived instead.

Oh my baby this is long...

Chorus: Oh, Tom the toad, Oh Tom the toad why did you hop up on the road ?

You didn't see that car ahead and now you're lying truly dead.
You used to hop and jump about and now your guts are spilling out.
You were my friend and now you're dead, your back is marked with tire tread.
You hopped onto the yellow line and now you're just a streak of slime.
You used to be so big and fat, now you're all dried up, brown and flat.
To my advise you did not listen, now on the road your bloods a glistening

Oh Tom the toad, Oh Tom the toad,
Why are you lying on the road?
Oh Tom the toad, Oh Tom the toad,
Why are you lying on the road?
You did not see the car ahead,
And now you're marked with tire tread.
Oh Tom the toad, Oh Tom the toad,
Why are you lying on the road?

Oh Tom the toad, Oh Tom the toad,
Why are you lying on the road?
Oh Tom the toad, Oh Tom the toad,
Why are you lying on the road?
You used to be so green and fat,
And now you're so red and flat.
Oh Tom the toad, Oh Tom the toad,
Why are you lying on the road?

Oh my baby, needs some depends..........

It's not what you would call a s@#*&y relationship, not really.

While searching for lost artifacts and hitting things with my whip.

And singing and dancing.

I like Bass fishing.

Does it sparkle in the sunlight?!?

Michigan Jones wrote:

Hello! ma baby, Hello! Ma honey, Hello! ma ragtime gal.

Send me a kiss by wire, baby my heart's on fire!
If you refuse me, Honey, you'll lose me, then you'll be left alone;
Oh baby, telephone and tell me I'm your own.
Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello there.

Boy, you gotta stop ribbitin' me off!

I ribbit here

Hello! ma baby, Hello! Ma honey, Hello! ma ragtime gal.
Send me a kiss by wire, baby my heart's on fire!
If you refuse me, Honey, you'll lose me, then you'll be left alone;
Oh baby, telephone and tell me I'm your own.
Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello there.

Hello, Hello, Hello,

Hello, Hello

grrribit

Hello

Hello, Hello, Hello,
Hello, Hello, Hello,
[Verse 1]
I've got a little baby, but she's out of sight,
I talk to her across the telephone.
I've never seen my honey but she's mine all right,
So take my tip and leave this gal alone.
Every single morning you will hear me yell,
"Hey Central! Fix me up along the line."
He connects me with ma honey, then I rings the bell,
And this is what I say to baby mine,

[Chorus:]
Hello! ma baby, Hello! Ma honey, Hello! ma ragtime gal.
Send me a kiss by wire, baby my heart's on fire!
If you refuse me, Honey, you'll lose me, then you'll be left alone;
Oh baby, telephone and tell me I'm your own.
Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello there.

[Verse 2]
This morning through the phone she said her name was Bess,
And now I kind of know where I am at.
I'm satisfied because I've got my babe's address
Here pasted in the lining of my hat.
I am mighty scared, 'cause if the wires get crossed,
'Twill separate me from ma baby mine,
Then some other man will win her, and my game is lost,
And so each day I shout along the line,

Hello, hello, hello.
Hello, hello, hello.