This Thanksgiving.........
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One reason we don't call it "dressing".....................
That reminds me of a line in a song........One reason we don't call it "dressing".....................
"They said I would not make good steak, I was too dog gone tough"......
......don't ask.
Your mind works in mysterious ways.
Sometimes it's a gift.......sometimes, a curse.Your mind works in mysterious ways.
This time, it's kinda your fault.....
We might have to start calling you the "Brains" of the SKMB.Sometimes it's a gift.......sometimes, a curse.
This time, it's kinda your fault.....
We might have to start calling you the "Brains" of the SKMB.
That would be an insult to Brains, no?
I thought she was drinking meat drippings straight from the pan......What is she............ gobbling down some pie?
Trust me, no one equals "Brains" in the thought department. He's in a league entirely of his own......We might have to start calling you the "Brains" of the SKMB.
I heard that, you know........That would be an insult to Brains, no?
Good answer......but since the line of thought came from your post, I will have to hold you partially responsible.Sunny, I don't know this guy.
Your mind works in mysterious ways.
In my defense, it's a real song........my Grandma and my uncle used to sing it......at the table, and everything!
I was born up in the mountains, out where the snakes have legs,
Where the hootowls speak in English, and the roosters lay square eggs.
I shaved my beard and mustache, the morning I was born,
That night, I beat up on my old man and drank his rye and corn.
Oh, I'm a truthful fellow, they call me True Blue Bill
I never told a falsehood, and I bet I never will.
One day when I was shipwrecked on the islands of the sea,
By cannibals I was captured, and up to a tree.
They danced and beat their tom-toms, and they got rather rough,
But they said I would not make good steak, I was too dog gone tough.
Oh, I'm a truthful fellow, they call me True Blue Bill
I never told a falsehood, and I bet I never will.
I used to be a pilot, and in my aeroplane,
I flew across the desert and I started back again.
When I got halfway over, the darned old motor balked,
So I let the dang thing sit up there, and I got out and walked.
The Father of Our Country, he never told a lie,
and he was my great-great-grandpa, so I ask you why should I?
Where the hootowls speak in English, and the roosters lay square eggs.
I shaved my beard and mustache, the morning I was born,
That night, I beat up on my old man and drank his rye and corn.
Oh, I'm a truthful fellow, they call me True Blue Bill
I never told a falsehood, and I bet I never will.
One day when I was shipwrecked on the islands of the sea,
By cannibals I was captured, and up to a tree.
They danced and beat their tom-toms, and they got rather rough,
But they said I would not make good steak, I was too dog gone tough.
Oh, I'm a truthful fellow, they call me True Blue Bill
I never told a falsehood, and I bet I never will.
I used to be a pilot, and in my aeroplane,
I flew across the desert and I started back again.
When I got halfway over, the darned old motor balked,
So I let the dang thing sit up there, and I got out and walked.
The Father of Our Country, he never told a lie,
and he was my great-great-grandpa, so I ask you why should I?
You aren't helping yourself.