Wednesday, February 27, 2008

The warm, days have turned into another heatwave with no relief in sight until next week. Teperatures in the high 30's

Born on February 26th 1928 Fats Domino celebrates his 80th birthday this year

Happy Birthday Fats

BlueBerry Hill

Let the Four Winds Blow

An elderly man was walking through the French countryside
admiring the beautiful spring day,
when over a hedgerow he spotted a young couple making love in a field.
Getting over his initial shock he said to himself,
"Ah, young love... ze spring time, ze air, ze flowers... C'est magnifique!"
and continued to watch, remembering good times.
Suddenly he drew in a gasp and said, "Mais... Sacre bleu!" Ze woman - she is dead!"
and he hurried along as fast as he could to the town to tell Jean, the police chief.
He came to the station and shouted,
"Jean...Jean zere is zis man, zis woman .........naked in farmer Gaston's field making love
."The police chief smiled and said;
"Come, come, Henri you are not so old; remember ze young love,
ze spring time, ze air, ze flowers? Ah, L'amour! Zis is okay."
"Mais non! You do not understand; ze woman, she is dead!"
Hearing this, Jean leapt up from his seat, rushed out of the station,
jumped on his bike, pedaled down to the field, confirmed Henri's story,
and pedaled all the way back non-stop to call the doctor:
"Pierre, Pierre, ... this is Jean, I was in Gaston's field; zere is zis young couple naked 'aving sex."
To which Pierre replied,
"Jean, I am a man of science.
You must remember, it is spring, ze air, ze flowers,
Ah, L'amour! Zis is very natural."
Jean, still out of breath, gasped in reply,
"NON, you do not understand; ze woman, she is dead!"
Hearing this, Pierre exclaimed,
"Mon dieu!" grabbed his black medicine bag; stuffed in his thermometer, stethoscope,
and other tools; jumped in the car;
and drove like a madman down to Gaston's field.
After carefully examining the participants he drove calmly back to Henri and Jean,
who were waiting at the station.
He got there, went inside, smiled patiently, and said,
"Ah, mes amis, do not worry.
Ze woman, she is not dead, she is English!"

Today's Cartoons

Blind Pilots
Airplane passengers watch nervously as two men wearing pilots’ uniforms
and dark glasses use canes to feel their way into the cockpit.
The plane starts barreling down the runway,
and the passengers begin to get scared as the water at the end of the airstrip nears.
With only a few yards left, everyone screams, but the plane lifts off just in time.
The passengers think it was all a joke,
while in the cockpit, the pilots high-five.
“You know,” says one pilot to the other,
“one day they’re gonna scream too late, and we’re all gonna die.”


Yikes !!!!!...again

Coyote catches the Road Runner

Regular Kind Of Lawyer
Two small boys, not yet old enough to be in school,
were overheard talking at the zoo one day.
"My name is Billy. What`s yours?" asked the first boy.
"Tommy," replied the second.
"My Daddy`s an accountant. What does your Daddy do for a living?" asked Billy.
Tommy replied, "My Daddy`s a lawyer."
"Honest?" asked Billy.
"No, just the regular kind", replied Tommy
The Michaels family owned a small farm in Canada,
just yards away from the North Dakota border.
Their land had been the subject of a minor dispute between the
United States and Canada for generations.
Mrs. Michaels, who had just celebrated her ninetieth birthday,
lived on the farm with her son and three grandchildren.
One day, her son came into her room holding a letter.
"I just got some news, Mom," he said.
"The government has come to an agreement with the people in Washington.
They've decided that our land is really part of the United States.
We have the right to approve or disapprove of the agreement.
What do you think?"
"What do I think?" his mother said.
"Jump at it! Call them right now and tell them we accept!
I don't think I could stand another one of those Canadian winters!"

Always build on the high ground

A flood always leads to good fishing mate!!

A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday
She spends $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results.
On her way home, she stops at a news stand to buy a newspaper.
Before leaving, she says to the clerk,
"I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"
"About 32," is the reply.
"Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the
counter girl the very same question.
The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29."
The woman replies with a big smile, "Nope, I'm 50."
Now she's feeling really good about herself.
She stops in a drug store on her way down the street.
She goes up to the counter to get some mints and
asks the clerk this burning question.
The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd say 30."
Again she proudly responds,
"I'm 50, but thank you!"
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man
waiting next to her the same question.
He replies,"I'm 78 and my eyesight is going.
Although,when I was young, there was a sure-fire way
to tell how old a woman was.
It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my
hands under your bra.
Then, and only then can I tell you
EXACTLY how old you are."
They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity
gets the best of her.
She finally blurts out, "What thehell, go ahead."
He slips both of his hands
under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly
and carefully.
He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple.
He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.
After a couple of minutes of this, she says,
"Okay, okay...How old am I?"
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts,
removes his hands, and says,
"Madam, you are 50."
Stunned and amazed, the woman says,
"That was incredible, how could you tell?"
The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?"
"I promise I won't," she says.
"I was behind you in McDonald's."

thanks Jennie Simmons

A picture paints a thousand words

Check out this link for a very cool version of
Billy Joel's "We didn't start the Fire"

oldie ,but goldie from Josie Jamieson

Ring any bells??
A man feared his wife Peg wasn't hearing as well as she used to and
he thought she might need a hearing aid.
Not quite sure how to approach her,
he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem.
The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband
could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.
'Here's what you do,' said the Doctor,
'stand about 30 feet away from her,
and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you.
If she doesn't respond, go to 20 feet, then 10 feet, and so on until you get a response.'
That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner,
and he was in the front room.
He says to himself, 'I'm about 30 feet away, let's see what happens.'
Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?'
No response.
So the husband moves closer to the kitchen, about 20 feet from his wife and repeats,
'Peg, what's for dinner?'
Still no response.
Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 10 feet from his wife and asks,
'Honey, what's for dinner?'
Again he gets no response.
So, he walks up to the kitchen door, about 5 feet away.
'Honey, what's for dinner?'
Again there is no response.
So he walks right up behind her. 'Peg, what's for dinner?'

(I just love this)

'Frank , for the FIFTH time, I'll tell you's CHICKEN!

Wonderful World

G'day World

Western Australia
A section of the Gunbarrel Highway
in the middle of no where
But a great place to be
Gotta love it!!

Another Golden Oldie from Geoff Collins
Joe had been having headaches for many years and his wife finally
convinced him to see a neurologist.
The doctor said, "Joe, the good news is I can cure your headaches.
The bad news is that, it will require castration.
You have a very rare condition which causes your testicles to press on your spine,
and the pressure creates one hell of a headache.
The only way to relieve thepressure is to remove the testicles."
Joe was shocked, and depressed.
He wondered if he had anything to live for.
He had no choice but to go under the knife.
When he left the hospital, he was without a headache for the first timein 20 years,
but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself.
He walked down the street; he realized that he felt like a different person.
He could make a new beginning, and live a new life.
He saw amen's clothing store and thought
, "That's what I need... a new suit."
He entered the shop, and told the salesman, "I'd like a new suit."
The elderly tailor eyed him briefly, and said,
"Let's see, size 44 long."
Joe laughed, "That's right, how did you know?"
"Been in the business 60years," the tailor said.
Joe tried on the suit. It fit perfectly.
As Joe admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked,
"How about a new shirt?"Joe thought for a moment, and then said, "Sure."
The salesman eyed Joe, and said,
"Let's see, 34 sleeves and 16 1/2 neck."
Joe was surprised, "That's right; how did you know?"
"Told ya… been in the business 60 years."
Joe tried on the shirt and it fit perfectly.
He walked comfortably around the shop, and the salesman asked,
"How about some new underwear?"
Joe thought for a moment and said, "Sure."
The salesman said, "Let's see... size 36."
Joe laughed, "Ah ha, I got you on this one – I've worn a size 34 since Iwas 18 years old."
The salesman shook his head, "You can't wear a size 34.
A size 34 would press your testicles up against the base of your spine
and give you one hell of a headache.
"New suit - $400
New shirt - $36
New underwear -
$6Second opinion –

So, you think you have had a bad day

thanks Jennie Simmons

Eddie Cochran....Summertime Blues

Camel Toe

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Glorious warm sunny days have returned as we cling to the
last few days of summer


Don’t drink and fondle a snake, mate
Darwin’s snake catcher handles the most venomous serpents on the planet.

And, he tells Chris Haslam, trying to impress the birds with one can be fatal
I’m standing somewhat warily on the front porch of a wooden shack in Darwin, capital of Australia’s torrid Northern Territory.

Before me is 23-year-old Chris Peberdy, Darwin’s official snake catcher, and he’s not alone.
The 7ft king brown snake he’s holding up is writhing like a fireman’s hose, doubling back on itself in medusan contortions as it tries with all its might to bite its way out of trouble. Although a single nip from this creature contains enough venom to kill about 125,000 mice, 20 horses and any number of overconfident herpetologists, Chris seems unperturbed.

“Nineteen of the last 26 people to die from snakebite in Oz were bitten by these fellas,” he notes, and steps smartly backwards as the snake lunges for his throat.

“Steve Irwin was a great man — really loved his snakes — but he taught a generation of Aussies a lot of bad habits.”

He kicks the lid from a plastic dustbin and lowers the serpent inside, then turns as though to pass on a gem of inside information.

“You know what? After a night on the piss I leave the snakes alone, mate.”
Like looking for a gas leak with a lighter, drinking and snake handling would appear to be a rather obviously lethal combination.

Chris’s former business partner narrowly escaped death after being nailed on the chest by a taipan — the second most venomous snake in the world.
“Trying to impress a bird again,” shrugs Chris. “He had a bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and the snake around his neck.”

Antivenin, made by injecting poison into horses and extracting the resulting mix, saved his life, but not — apparently — his sanity.
“The mad bastard went off and joined the Foreign Legion after the bite,” says Chris. “He thought it’d be safer. Mate, wrapping a taipan around your neck is like putting your nuts in a blender and flicking the switch on the off-chance you won’t get nailed. Mess with snakes and it’s not a matter of if you’re going to get bitten, it’s simply a matter of when.”

Such was the fate of Chris’s teacher and former city snake catcher, the late Graham Gow. The painted signs for his snake park are still out on the highway, but Graham is long gone. He was bitten over 200 times in his career and “was looking pretty ropey towards the end”, according to Chris.

“It was the antivenin that finally got him: he had so much horse blood in him we were going to enter him for the Melbourne Cup.”
Chris started picking up snakes when he was 12. “I grew up on a cattle station and the fellas there were always catching the buggers. No tongs or nothing — they just stuck a cowboy boot on Joe Blake’s head and brought him to me.” Was he ever scared? “Only when I looked it up in me snake book and realised what it was.”

For a teenage snake fondler there are few places to beat the territory. The top 10 most venomous serpents on earth live in Australia, and the slender western brown snake is at No 4. Chris pops the padlock on another of his plastic dustbins and pulls one out to show me. “See the apricot spots on the belly?” he asks. “Aussie snakes are all members of the elapid family and all the killers have this feature. It’s nature’s way of warning you.” He lets the snake go and it slithers inquiringly towards my boot, its tongue sensing strange odours in the leather.
I ask what happens if he bites me. “It’s the neurotoxins that’ll bugger you with this bastard,” says Chris affectionately. “You’ll be awake and lucid and you’ll just feel your lungs and your heart stop working. If I meet someone who’s been systemically poisoned by a western brown I might as well tell them to take two steps back, line up with the old pine box and drop right in.”
The alternative seems just as grim. “First thing they do when they get you to the hospital is stick a urinary catheter up your old man. Then they call me in to identify the snake.” He grimaces. “It’s not a pretty sight. There’s a bloke lying in bed, scared shitless, with all these tubes coming out of him and what’s left of the snake in a box at the end of the bed. Most of the time it’s something harmless like a python — but how do you tell that to a bloke who’s had a tube stuck up his diggler?” Has Chris ever been bitten? “Not yet, mate.” He shrugs. “But today’s a brand new day.”

Then his mobile rings. “Chris Peberdy speaking . . . g’day Sharon, what’s the problem?” He glances at me. “Snake in the bathroom. Sheila in distress; no worries darling, I’ll be right there.”
The property is in what Darwinians amusingly refer to as the suburbs. I’d call it the wilderness with a road going through it. Houses round here stand typically in five or 10 acres of critter-infested bushland, but the saying goes that if you’ve got snakes, you don’t have rats.
And — no doubt about it — Sharon’s got snake: 6ft long and comfortably fat, it’s digesting a rodent in the lee of her toilet. The flash of my camera wakes it from its repose and it flicks a black tongue at me.
“You’ll be all right, mate,” says Chris soothingly — and needlessly, because snakes don’t have ears and can’t lip read. “He’s cold, which is good, because it makes him slow. And he’s eaten, so he’s happy.” He winks at Sharon. “No worries.”
And suddenly it all goes wrong. As he reaches for the snake it bolts, and instead of seizing it behind the head he grabs it halfway down its body. The snake darts all around the bathroom before it doubles back and lunges, plunging needle-sharp fangs deep into the side of Chris’s hand. Sharon squeals and Chris curses, pinning the snake to the floor and prising its jaws open.
“No worries,” he repeats, a little unconvincingly as he stuffs the writhing reptile into a sack.
A bashful silence descends on Sharon’s bathroom as Chris grabs toilet paper to staunch the wound.
The snakebite contains an anticoagulant so claret is splashing all over the tiled floor. Luckily, the snake was a carpet python and the most he needs is a tetanus jab, but he has clearly had a glimpse of his own mortality. If it had been any other species native to the territory he would now be in serious trouble.
As it turns out, he is merely embarrassed, but Sharon is clearly impressed. As we leave she insists on getting his home phone number . . . just in case. Chris grins as we drive away. “Told you, mate — the sheilas love a snake catcher.”

The world's deadliest serpents
1 Inland taipan (Oxyuranus microlepidotus), Australia. Though shy and rarely encountered, this snake produces the most toxic venom of any on the planet. The maximum recorded yield for one bite was 100mg — enough to kill more than 100 people.
2 Australian brown snake (Pseudonaja textilis), Australia. Despite a tiny head and fangs measuring just 2.8mm, the brown snake is the continent’s biggest killer. One 1/14,000th of an ounce of the snake’s multi-component venom is enough to kill a person.
3 Malayan krait (Bungarus candidus), southeast Asia. A night-biter, the krait strikes without warning, delivering a venom fatal in 50% of bites even after treatment.
4 Taipan (Oxyuranus scutellatus), Australia. Before the development of an effective antivenin in 1956 only two people were known to have survived a taipan bite. The venom in one bite is enough to kill a small village.
5 Tiger snake (Notechis scutatus), Australia. The tiger snake delivers a neurotoxic bite that switches off your nervous system, causing heart and pulmonary failure.

Snakebite: fact and fiction
Snakebite kills more than 125,000 people every year worldwide, and if you’ve just been bitten then any cure probably seems better than none.
Sadly, few work.

In 1870s Australia a Mr Williams made a fortune from his patent snakebite lotion, essentially a bottle of rum with crushed centipedes inside. Since this neither worked nor could be enjoyed as a beverage, it was superseded by the Halford cure, which involved injecting pure ammonia into the bloodstream — a treatment as dangerous as the problem.
Worse still was the Port Curtis cure, where the flesh around the bite was excised, the hole packed with gunpowder and lit. It worked just once — on a woman bitten on the ankle by a brown snake, but only because the charge blew her foot off.
Spurious cures still exist: a current favourite is to lay a live wire on the bite site in the belief that the electricity will reverse the polarity of the proteins in the venom and render it inert. Another old chestnut involves sucking the poison out.

The approved treatment is to prevent the venom spreading through the lymphatic system by wrapping the entire affected limb in a compression bandage. In most cases you’ll have at least three hours to seek medical assistance, where a clear description of the serpent will help find the appropriate antivenin.

A lion was roaming an African jungle.
He was terribly hungry.
Soon, he came across two men sitting under a tree.
One was pounding away on a typewriter.
The other was reading a book.
The lion devoured the man reading the book.
He avoided the writer. Even lions know...
...that readers digest and writers cramp.

Protect your eyes...wear sunglasses

An Essex girl is involved in a nasty car crash and is trapped and bleeding.
The paramedics soon arrive on site.
Medic: “It’s OK I’m a paramedic and I’m going to ask you some questions?”
Girl: “OK”
Medic: “What’s your name?”
Girl: ” Sharon .”
Medic: “OK Sharon , is this your car?”
Sharon : “Yes.
”Medic: “Where are you bleeding from?”
Sharon : “Romford, mate.”

Another Essex girl was involved in a serious crash;
there’s Blood everywhere.
The paramedics arrive and drag the girl out of the car
till she’s lying flat out on the ground.
Medic: “OK, I’m going to check if you’re concussed.”
Sharon : “Ok.”
Medic: “How many fingers am I putting up?”
Sharon : “Oh my god, I’m paralysed from the waist down!”

Three old ladies were sitting side by side in their retirement home reminiscing.
The first lady recalled shopping at the grocery store and demonstrated with her hands,
the length and thickness of a cucumber she could buy for a penny.
The second old lady nodded, adding that onions used to be much bigger and cheaper also,
and demonstrated the size of two big onions she could buy for a penny a piece.
The third old lady remarked,
"I can't hear a word you're saying,
but I Remember the guy you're talking about.

G'day World

Seen in London

Because I'm a Man.......
Because I'm a man, when I lock my keys in the car, I will fiddle with a coat hanger long after hypothermia has set in. -----------------------------------------------
Because I'm a man, when the car isn't running very well, I will pop the hood and stare at the engine as if I know what I'm looking at. If another man shows up, one of us will say to the other, "I used to be able to fix these things, but now with all these computers and everything, I wouldn't, know where to start." We will then drink beer. ----------------------------------------Because I'm a man, when I catch a cold, I need someone to bring me soup and take care of me while I lie in bed and moan. You're a woman. You never get as sick as I do, so for you this isn't a problem.
Because I'm a man, I can be relied upon to purchase basic groceries at the store, like milk or bread. I cannot be expected to find exotic items like "cumin" or "tofu." For all I know, these are the same thing. And never, under any circumstances, expect me to pick up anything for which "feminine hygiene product" is a euphemism. (F.Y.I. guys - cumin is a spice) -----------------------------------------------
Because I'm a man, when one of the appliances stops working, I will insist on taking it apart, despite evidence that this will just cost me twice as, much once the repair person gets here and has to put it back together. -------------------------------------------------------
Because I'm a man, I must hold the television remote control in my hand while I watch TV. If the thing has been misplaced, I may miss a whole show looking for it (though one time I was able to survive by holding a calculator). -----------------------------------------------
Because I'm a man, I don't think we're all that lost, and no, I don't think we should stop and ask! someone. Why would you listen to a complete stranger? I mean, how the hell could he know where we're going? -----------------------------------------------
Because I'm a man, there is no need to ask me what I'm thinking about. The answer is always either sex, cars, beer, or football. I have to make up something else when you ask, so don't ask. ----------------------------------------------
Because I'm a man, I do not want to visit your mother, or have your mother come visit us, or talk to her when she calls, or think about her any more than I have to. Whatever you got her for Mother's Day is okay; I don't need to see it. And don't forget to pick up something for my mother, too. -----------------------------------------------
Because I'm a man, you don't have to ask me if I liked the movie. Chances are, if you're crying at the end of it, I didn't. -----------------------------------------------
Because I'm a man, I think what you're! wearing is fine. I thought what you were wearing five minutes ago was fine, too. Either pair of shoes is fine. With the belt or without it---looks fine. Your hair is fine. You look fine. Can we just go now? --------------------------
Because I'm a man, and this is, after all, the year 2008, I will share equally in the housework. You just do the laundry, the cooking, the gardening, the cleaning, the vacuuming, and the dishes, and I'll do the rest.

A rehersal somewhere in the States for
Sugar Plum Fairies

So ,you think you've had a bad day

thanks to Jennie Simons for these

"You never can tell"

EmmyLou Harris [1980]
Two very different versions of
Mr Sandman

from 1954 .... a very young
Chet Atkins

and EmmyLou Harris

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Welcome to another episode
Back to the Thursday Blog and hopefully back to some normality
after the trip away

Stupid answers from contestants on Games shows

Wal-Mart announced that, sometime in 2008,
it will begin offering customers a new discount item -
Wal-Mart's own brand of wine.
The world's largest retail chain is teaming up with Ernest & Julio Gallo Winery of California
to produce the spirits at an affordable price, in the $2-$5 range.
Wine connoisseurs may not be inclined to place a bottle of Wal-Mart brand
into their shopping carts, but
'there is a market for inexpensive wine,' said Kathy Micken
professor of marketing at University of Arkansas Bentonville.
'But the right name is important.'
Customer surveys were conducted to determine the most attractive name
for the Wal-Mart wine brand.
The top surveyed names in order of popularity were:
10. Chateau Traileur Parc
09. White Trashfindel
08. Big Red Gulp
07. World Championship Riesling
06. NASCARbernet
05. Chef Boyardeaux
04. Peanut Noir
03. I Can't Believe it's not Vinegar
02. Grape Expectations
01. Nasti Spumante
The beauty of Wal-Mart wine is that it can be served with either
white meat (possum) or red meat (squirrel).
P.S. Don't bother writing back that this is a hoax.
I know Possum is not a white meat

Today's Cartoons

the doctor asked the middle-aged farmhand as he set the man's broken leg.
"Well, doc, 25 years ago ..."
"Never mind the past. Tell me how you broke your leg this morning."
"Like I was saying...25 years ago, when I first started working on the farm,
that night, right after I'd gone to bed, the farmer's beautiful daughter came into my room.
She asked me if there was anything I wanted.
I said, "No, everything is fine."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"I'm sure," I said.
"Isn't there anything I can do for you?" she wanted to know.
"I reckon not," I replied
."Excuse me," said the doctor,
"What does this story have to do with your leg?"
"Well, this morning," the farmhand explained,
"when it dawned on me what she meant, I fell off the roof!"
pinched from the Rotary Club of Corrigins Bulletin

Always wear a helmet

Flamingoes mating dance

Letter recently received at a problems page :

Dear Kathy,
My husband is a liar and a cheat.
He has cheated on me from the beginning, and,
when I confront him, he denies everything.
What's worse, everyone knows that he cheats on me.
It is so humiliating.
Also, since he lost his job six years ago, he hasn't even looked for a new one.
All he does all day is smoke cigars, cruise around and bullshit with his buddies,
while I have to work to pay the bills.
Since our daughter went away to college he doesn't even pretend to like me,
and even hints that I may be a lesbian.
What should I do?
Signed: Clueless

Dear Clueless:
Grow up and dump him.

Good grief, woman! You don't need him anymore!
You're a Senator from New York running for President of the United States.
Act like one.

Spider Elvis

Taken from Bits and Pieces

The lawyer and the chiropractor
A lawyer is standing in a long line at the box office.
Suddenly, he feels a pair of hands kneading his shoulders,

back, and neck.
The lawyer turns around.
"What the do you think you're doing?"
"I'm a chiropractor,

and I'm just keeping in practice while I'm waiting in line."
"Well, I'm a lawyer,

but you don't see me screwing the guy in front of me, do you

New sport for the upcoming Olympics
Drag Racing

One day, Chucky came upon a big, long ladder that stretched into the clouds.
He'd walked this way every day and this ladder was never there before.
Curious and brave, he began to climb.
Eventually, he climbed into the layer of clouds,
and saw this rather large, homely woman lying here on a cloud.
She spoke, "Take me now or climb the ladder to success!"
Chucky figured success had to be better than this,
so he continued climbing.
He came upon another level of clouds, and found a thinner, cuter woman than before.
She also spoke, "Take me now or climb the ladder to success!"
Chucky saw that his luck was changing and so continued his climb.
On another level of clouds, he found a rather attractive woman with not so bad of a figure.
She stated, "Take me now or climb the ladder to success!"
Chucky really liked his advantage now!
He climbed quickly and deftly, and sure enough, on the next level,
he found a gorgeous, lithe, well-endowed woman lying seductively on the cloud.
"Take me now or climb the ladder to success," she huskily whispered.
Chucky couldn't believe his eyes, but his greed got the best of him.
He climbed to the next level, expecting Aphrodite or similar.
Suddenly, the ladder ends, and a latch closes behind him.
He looks over to see a 400-pound, 6'8" hairy biker-looking guy with tattoos.
The biker gets up and walks menacingly toward Chucky.
Apprehensively, Chucky whispers,
"Who are you?"
The biker answers, "I'm Cess."

Its a Wonderful World

Me and my Blogger friends

Lucille Starr ........ The French Song
[the Canadian sweetheart]

Gene Pitney...I'm Going to be Strong
big hit in Australia