Her Fascinating Thighs
Because you crave more feminist poetry and Ms Desireé Dallagiacomo feels the need to share:
“My thighs feel upset because you only offered one bite of your Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.” Previously.
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Oh, by the way, during the “Blue Cut Fire” here recently, it was operating well below 1,000′.
If Tim does that again, spray him with the hose.
The original Tim T
(I’ll direct myself to the Correction Booth….)
I heard once that a 747 can do a barrel roll, but it’s not exactly advisable….
I heard once that a 747 can do a barrel roll…
There is a fake video of one, and a case of an inadvertent vertical roll after an engine failure, but the only deliberate roll was a 707 prototype by test pilot Tex Johnson.
You can sideslip a 767 like a glider in an emergency, so why not barrel roll a 747?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Bct1mWUp8to
Caution, only been tried once, only been done once. Otherwise impossible.
The original Tim T
Meh. The original T. Tim.
. . . test pilot Tex Johnson.
Right,
. . . that looks like an…extremely interesting way to fly a 747.
Oh, doesn’t it, though . . .
…extremely interesting way to fly a 747…
Yeah, and though it evidently has much more capability, it will never be a cool as the Martin Mars.
. . never be a cool as the Martin Mars.
Hmmm. Does look interesting . . .
Weird – link didn’t work – Martin Mars.
Also here.
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thigh…Thighmon and Garfunkel
Thigh Me To The Moon
Now I’ve had the thigh of my life
And I owe it all to you…
Thigh can’t get no satisfaction
Oh Dear.
We seem to have a general assessment of a metaphoric multi vehicle pileup.
Perhaps in sympathy, have the real thing . . .
If the sand spreader truck had crashed first we might not have this great video. I used to work just uphill from this ice-olated incident.
It’s fun to stay at the Thigh-M-C-A.
Thigh loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thigh loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thigh loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
You think you’ve lost your thigh
Well, I saw it yesterday
It’s you thigh’s thinking of
And thigh told me what to say-ee-aa
Thigh says she loves you
And you know that can’t be bad…
Thigh’m really sorry. I’ll stop now. I promise (maybe).
Oh my … maybe we should send some compassionate poetry to this poor woman.
“There is no room for dating in this place of grief.”
And that EXTREME NOISE you are hearing is a collective sigh of relief.
Of all available dates.
Everywhere.
But thigh eternal beauty shall not fade….
To thighn own self be true.
[ Rummages in drawer for nunchucks. ]
You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss
A thigh is just a thigh
The fundamental things apply …
[ Hands David the Taser ]
[ Rummages in drawer for nunchucks. ]
I thought this was what the henchlesbians were for.
She’s got Betty Davis thighs…
[ Hands David the Taser ]
Charger. Where’s the damn charger?
[ Rummaging intensifies. ]
God damn sonofabi…
Ooh.
An early Nineties mixtape.
Bright thighs, burning like fire.
When you look me in the thighs
And tell me that you love me
Everything’s alright.
And your thighs, your thighs, your thighs,
Tell me how much you care.
Altogether now…
Thigh, thigh, thigh, Delilah (diddle diddle diddle doo)…
She’s got Betty Davis thighs…
Probably not…
Thighlent Night, Holy Night
All is calm, all is thight
You can’t hide your lying thighs…
Don’t it make your brown thighs blue…
Your thighs are the thighs of a woman in love … and oh! how they give you away… (as sung by Thigh Masterson)
And thiiiiiigh… will always love you.
Come thigh with me, come thigh let’s thigh away…
Revvin’ up your ankles
Listen to her howlin’ roar
Leggings under tension
Beggin’ you to touch and go
Thighway to the Danger Zone
Thighed into the Danger Zone
An early Nineties mixtape.
For such occasions I’ve recommended a random play of several CDs of John Denver and Riders In The Sky.
And she’s thighing a stairway to heaven.
Layla, you’ve got me on my knees
Layla, I’m beggin’, darlin’, please
Layla, darlin’ won’t you ease my worried thigh. Ooooh.
[ Surveys outpouring of poetic work. ]
I see you’ve been busy.
[ Writes note to self. Buy bear traps. ]
Leave your cares behind
Come with us and find
The pleasures of a journey to the center of the thighs
Come along if you care
Come along if you dare
Take a ride to the land inside of your thighs
Beyond the queef of thought
Beyond the realm of box
Between the limbs of pubes and quims where things are really not
Come along if you care
Come along if you dare
Take a ride to the land inside of your thighs
But please realise
You’ll probably be surprised
For it’s the land unknown to man
Where fantasy is fact
So if you can, please understand
You might not come back…
I’m actually surprised how easy it is to twist this one.
Sportakus, Ted Nugent would definitely approve (more so than he did once (he said) he learnt what the original was all about).
@Boatswain’s Mate: Oh, quite. Making a song by the author of “Wang Dang Sweet Poontang” and a number of *very* salty lyrics in “Cat Scratch Fever” more about anatomy than it was originally seems almost more of a return to form.
Subtle Ted was not. For an example of his nonsexual manifest forthrightness, I refer you to his 1995 song “Kiss My Ass.”
So much hidden meaning (not).
And I just remembered, in the spirit of this thread, the first song on Ted’s 1995 album Spirit of the Wild was called “Thighraceous.”
Oh, Uncle Ted. How you do amuse.
Thigh no more, ladies, thigh no more.
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then thigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into bad poetic nonny.
Write no more ditties, write no more
Of frumps so dull and heavy.
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leafy.
Then thigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into bad poetic nonny.
(With apologies to Shakespeare).
So much hidden meaning (not).
Indeed. Not a man to reserve his observations for sake of politeness, our Ted. See also “suck on my machine guns, ya punk!” o_O
Oh, Uncle Ted. How you do amuse.
I have to think after one has actually named an album “Love Grenade”, one has to weep because of no more worlds to conquer.
Superfluous comment to curb runaway italics.