Carrie, I Love You...

Marry Me!!!

marry ME ... we'll have our own "ankle-biters" ...

i'll glady give you a "lift" up the elevator and your "vadge" shall be my coochie ... i'll even give you a "fag" to smoke afterwards

these other guys are "airy-fairy" , "all to rock" blokes with small "packets" ... stumping them is a "piece of piss" ... you don't want their "quids" honey, they're full of "piffles"

your adoring "rabbit" and "mad aleck"

Re:New Provider Contest

4 definitions found...take your pick

When it's in abundance, life is good, wars cease, humanity flourishes, the sun shines, the crops grow and the little birds sing.  Your neighbor suddenly doesn't seem like such a jerk, and either does your boss.  You smile at people on the street sincerely, and even yield to drivers who don't have a clue as to who really should have the right-of-way.  You even mean it when you ask someone "How are you?"

When it's in short supply, violence and anger overcome otherwise good people, and jealousy and insecurity rears it's ugly head.  Tempers grow short and patience disappears.  Your car won't start, you lose your wallet, and your house keys drop down the sewer grate as you bend over to clean dog poop off your shoe.  Your boss yells at you all week and then it rains all weekend.  On Monday morning, having failed to receive the benefit of its rejuvenating and life-affirming powers, you get to do it all again feeling even more frustrated than before.

Oddly enough, those who possess this superpower frequently seem indifferent to its ability to be used for good.  Preferring instead, to withhold it in order to create artificial scarcity that allows it to be used for power and manipulation.  Yet, a force this powerful shouldn't be doled out in miniscule increments, but must be shared for the good of all mankind.  Otherwise, it would be like inventing electricity or antibiotics and keeping it to yourself.  Yes, world peace is possible in our lifetimes, but you're literally sitting on the solution.

Does that answer your question?

-- Modified on 8/11/2003 10:35:49 AM

now that you know what it is...can I be your hoochie coochie man

Hoochie Coochie Man
(written by blues legend Willie Dixon)
sung by many including Muddy Waters, Grateful Dead, and the Allman Brothers band...
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin' mama,
He'll be a bad one, now.
I'll make all you little girls,
turn your heads around.
Then I'm gonna take you little girls,
gonna take you right on down... with me yeah
Ho, you just wait and see.
I'll be your hoochie coochie man,
I'll set you free.
On the seventh hour of the seventh day
on the seventh month, seven doctors they say.
I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree.
But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe,
you better not mess with me.
Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one.
Ain't no fun.
I'm that old hoochie coochie man,
a bad son of a gun.
Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too,
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you.
Hey, move over people just as fast as you can.
Said I know you're waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man.
I'm gonna get you, one by one.
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
and I'm yo' son of a gun.
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born,
she said you know he's comin' mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one.
Make all the ladies, turn their heads around.
You said, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down.
I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it.

Thank goodness I wasn't the only one who didn't know Carrie!!!

The usage of the word coochie vs. pussy is just KILLING ME! I love it

Hugs*
Tamara

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