Can the adults please smoke? — Page 180
Posted: 8/25/04 at 11:08pm
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Cheers!
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Well the first days are the hardest days,don't you worry any more,
cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind.
Woh-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend; better take my advice.
You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice.
Will you come with me, won't you come with me?
Woh-oh, what I want to know, will you come with me?
Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like?
Their walls are built of cannonballs, their motto is "Don't tread on
me."
Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.
It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he know.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Woh-oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?
I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb;
I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune,
anybody's choice, I can hear your voice.
Woh-oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?
Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about, here beside the risin' tide.
Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.
Woh-oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?
Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about here beside the risin' tide.
Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home
Posted: 8/25/04 at 11:20pm
Somehow the smoking and champagne thing just seems to suit me rignt now.
(Grateful Dead, notwithstanding...)
Posted: 8/25/04 at 11:28pm
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Posted: 8/25/04 at 11:29pm
I hate being obvious
Posted: 8/25/04 at 11:37pm
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(we just can't let them in on how easy it is...that's our little secret
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I'm off to bed. Have a good night.
Posted: 8/25/04 at 11:50pm
Last call may be for quitters, but I need my beauty sleep!
Cheers, until tomorrow...
Updated On: 8/25/04 at 11:50 PM
Posted: 8/26/04 at 1:43am
I don't care if it's easy. I like it and it's fun. You don't have to worry about losing me anytime soon.
Posted: 8/26/04 at 5:29am
LIFE IN THE 1500'S
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water
temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are
some facts about the 1500s:
Most people got married in June because they took
their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they
were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body
odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had
the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then
the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water
was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't
throw the baby out with the bath water."
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It
was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small
animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and
sometimes the animals would slip and off the roof. Hence the saying "It's
raining cats and dogs."
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a
real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your
nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top
afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the
saying "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in
the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their
footing. As the winter wore on, they adding more thresh until when you opened
the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in
the entranceway. Hence the saying a "thresh hold." (Getting quite an education,
aren't you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always
hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot.
They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew
for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start
over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a
while. Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge
in the pot nine days old."
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When
visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of
wealth that a man could "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little
to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content
caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This
happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes
were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the
loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper crust."
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes
knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road
would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the
kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat
and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a
"wake."
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to
bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a
"bone-house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins
were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had
been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse,
lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.
Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift")
to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or was
considered a "dead ringer."
And that's the truth... Now, whoever said that History was boring ! ! !
Updated On: 8/26/04 at 05:29 AM
Posted: 8/26/04 at 8:22am
Who knows how historians will record our era...maybe they can use our smoking thread as a guide to our culture...
We should print it out and put it in a time capsule.
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Posted: 8/26/04 at 8:36am
Anyway, DG thanks for the wonderful read. I'll be getting the burnt bottom of the bread today.
Nina, the boy will be there about 10 o'clock with your coffee. He's still sleeping after his night of singing.
NYadgal...love the new icon...a classy icon for a classy lady.
Posted: 8/26/04 at 9:48am
I made an extra pot, so everyone help yourselves!
Glad you like the new icon - I decided that I needed a new one to reflect this thread...
Hope everyone has a nice day.
Posted: 8/26/04 at 9:48am
I would love to hear more if you can find them.
Posted: 8/26/04 at 10:23am
*bump*
Ah, there we go.
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http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/4147/sophiejokes.html
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