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  • lczarnik 16:53 on April 30, 2018 Permalink | Reply
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    Fruity Art 

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    From: Luana
    Date: 3 October 2008 at 00:57
    Subject: Fwd: Fruity Art

    Make sure you scroll all the way down and read what is written.


    Today is International Disturbed People’s Day

    Please send an encouraging message to a disturbed friend… just as I’ve done.

    I don’t care if you lick windows,

    take the special bus

    or occasionally pee on yourself..

    You hang in there sunshine, you’re friggin’ special

     
  • lczarnik 05:28 on April 30, 2018 Permalink | Reply
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    Heavens to Murgatroyd 

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    From: Ken W
    Date: 30 April 2018 at 01:17
    Subject: Fwd: Fw: Heavens to Murgatroyd

    Murgatroyd, remember that word? Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word Murgatroyd?

    Heavens to Murgatroyd!

    Lost Words from our childhood: Words gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really.

    The other day a not so elderly lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he looked at her quizzically and said "What the heck is a Jalopy?"

    He never heard of the word jalopy! She knew she was old, … but not that old.

    Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.

    About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.

    These phrases included "Don’t touch that dial," "Carbon copy," "You sound like a broken record" and "Hung out to dry."

    Back in the olden days we had a lot of ‘moxie’. We’d put on our best ‘bib and tucker’ to ‘straighten up and fly right’.

    Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley!

    We were ‘in like Flynn’ and ‘living the life of Riley’.

    Even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

    Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell?

    Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A., of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, penny loafers and pedal pushers. And don’t forget Saddle Stitched Pants.

    Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, .. but he isn’t anymore.

    We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap and before we can say, "Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!"

    Or, This is a ‘fine kettle of fish’!

    We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

    Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind

    We blink, and they’re gone. Where have all those great phrases gone?Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey, it’s your nickel! Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses. It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills.

    This can be disturbing stuff! ("Carter’s Little Liver Pills" are gone too.) We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child, each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once existed and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memories. It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging. Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.

    See ya later, alligator! Okidoki!

    WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50’S. NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN. WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS, …

    OUR MEMORIES!

     
  • lczarnik 15:27 on April 26, 2018 Permalink | Reply
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    BLIND MAN. 

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    From: Ken W
    Date: 26 April 2018 at 05:26
    Subject: Fwd: Fw: Fwd: BLIND MAN.

    Two nuns are ordered to paint a room in the convent, with a warning from the

    Mother Superior not to get even a drop of paint on their habits.

    After conferring about this, the two nuns decide to lock the door of the room,

    strip off their habits, and paint naked.

    In the middle of the project, there’s a knock at the door.

    "Who is it?" calls one of the nuns.

    "Blind man," replies a voice from the other side of the door.

    The two nuns look at each other and shrug, both deciding that no harm

    can come from letting a blind man into the room. They open the door.

    "Nice boobs," says the man,

    "Where do you want the blinds?"

     
  • lczarnik 10:38 on April 20, 2018 Permalink | Reply
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    Légumes et fruits en musique (Translated – Vegetables and fruits in music) 

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    From: Luana
    Date: 15 May 2008 at 00:55
    Subject: Légumes et fruits en musique

    [may like to use link –

    but may not have sound]

    ArteCulinario légumes et fruits Mimi musique.pps

     
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