| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up in his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement. I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames. And when it was all over I said to myself, "Is that all there is to a fire?" Is that all there is, is that all there is If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is And when I was 12 years old, my father took me to a circus, the greatest show on earth. There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears. And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads. And so I sat there watching the marvelous spectacle. I had the feeling that something was missing. I don't know what, but when it was over, I said to myself, "is that all there is to a circus? Is that all there is, is that all there is If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is Then I fell in love, head over heels in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world. We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes. We were so very much in love. Then one day he went away and I thought I'd die, but I didn't, and when I didn't I said to myself, "is that all there is to love?" Is that all there is, is that all there is If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing I know what you must be saying to yourselves, if that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all? Oh, no, not me. I'm in no hurry for that final disappointment, for I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you, when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath, I'll be saying to myself Is that all there is, is that all there is If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is |
Somebody, help me. |
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just curious. |
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(if the girls can talk about menstrual cups, the boys can talk about this. nyaaah.) |
"Hit me Baby One More Time" "It's a Hard Knock Life" (Cleo is performing in "Annie" tomorrow) |
But, If i had to speculate, im pretty sure some TRex would do the trick. |
i am liking the comic potential of this, though. |
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sing to him ! SING! |
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And if you want to, well you can cream on me" But preferably not Mick singing it to me. Maybe one of his backup singers though. I'm with Patrick in "hoping its a short number." (The song, that is) |
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it's maladicta! |
V has a name for his pecker. im shocked. moreover, V thinks women would even entertain such an idea for their bits. im even more shocked. |
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I am thinking Johnny Cash is good cock music. Stirring. Masculine. Or maybe "Rawhide". There's something very country and western about cock. |
we started selling handmade soaps at my shop. they're made by a woman here in fw named anne. one of the scents (i guess you'd call it) is "reata cowboy". yesterday an older woman came in, took a sniff of it, and said "mmmm, that's what a cowboy smells like on saturday night!" people occasionally break into the "rawhide" theme around me. nothing to do with cock, just the "rollin' rollin' rollin'" part. my favorite johnny cash song: Well, my name it is Sam Hall, Sam Hall. Yes, my name it is Sam Hall; it is Sam Hall. My name it is Sam Hall an' I hate you, one and all. An' I hate you, one and all: Damn your eyes. I killed a man, they said; so they said. I killed a man, they said; so they said. I killed a man, they said an' I smashed in his head. An' I left him layin' dead, Damn his eyes. But a-swingin', I must go; I must go. A-swingin', I must go; I must go. A-swingin', I must go while you critters down below, Yell up: "Sam, I told you so." Well, damn your eyes! I saw Molly in the crowd; in the crowd. I saw Molly in the crowd; in the crowd. I saw Molly in the crowd an' I hollered, right out loud: "Hey there Molly, ain't you proud? "Damn your eyes." Then the Sherriff, he came to; he came to. Ah, yeah, the Sherriff, he came to; he came to. The Sherriff, he come to an he said: "Sam, how are you?" An I said: "Well, Sherriff, how are you, "Damn your eyes." My name is Sam-u-el, Sam-u-el. My name is Sam-u-el, Sam-u-el. My name is Sam-u-el, an' I'll see you all in hell. An' I'll see you all in hell, Damn your eyes. |
I don't like it when people shorten it to "13". Cocks should never be shortened. And Droops, I am sure they are really serenading your cock and not the chair. |
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