Brian Devon

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Rumitoid, warthog would be quite a few pay grades up for this r****t, dried up, old biddy.

rumitoid

Yes.

Boo_Boo Loc: Jellystone

I am not going to do research for you. Read your own comments. Not my problem.

And yes, you should worry over why you can h**e another person. But, again, that is your problem and not mine.

And when you think about it....you are always preaching understanding and love...and yet you can h**e another person. Think about it. Are you truly walking in the way of a Christian?

Brian Devon

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Mind you, this is coming from the "N" word spouting "Dusty Muffin", an expert in walking the way of a Philistine crone.

America Only Loc: From the right hand of God

When you think of Brian Devon...think rapist and molester of his own children....incest is what he claims to do best.

mcmlx

Rumitoid, you forgot the first four verses....a horse, a cloak, a pipe, and shoes.
Loved re-singing this old Irish tune.

Boo_Boo Loc: Jellystone

I do not see my name in they original lyrics to this song....
For those, like myself, that had to look for the words to this little Irish drinking song....as I do not frequent such places, here you go:

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?


Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be


Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That's a wool blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be


Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be


Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be


Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be


Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a lad sneaking out the back, a quarter after three.
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who was that lad sneaking out the back a quarter after three?


Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
So drunk you can not see
That was just the tax man that the Queen she sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But an Englishman who can last till three I've never seen before


And this makes me question....would there been a man running from the house if the drunkard had not been out drinking every night.

mcmlx

I was admiring your knowledge of the song. It's old and good. Something fun to sing with my adult child.
Must have missed the point. Of course, we always end the last verse with
I saw me wife in bed alone, and then she says to me
Never on Sunday

no propaganda please Loc: moon orbiting the third rock from the sun

What about Achmed junior, the "gay" terrorist. He's pretty funny too.

Rumitoid however is a man in pain who refuses to seek the help he needs, and instead prefers to insult everyone else to make him feel better. Perhaps we should pray for him instead, pray for him to stay off OPP until he has found help. Right now he is just creating enemies which does nobody any good.

no propaganda please Loc: moon orbiting the third rock from the sun

Why any one would be nasty to Ginnyt is beyond me. Apparently Rummi's problems are getting worse, but he should not take it out on the good people here, which definitely includes GinnyT

Boo_Boo Loc: Jellystone

Yes, you did. It does not matter, allow me to welcome you to OPP. There are many very fine people here, some will make you think, some will give you a smile, and there are times when you may run into someone that you are unable to understand. But, such is life and without all components, life would be rather dull.

So, welcome and I do look forward to reading your thoughts and ideas.

Brian Devon

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Just don't piss Ginny off. She will call you a "n*gger". Classy, eh???
I am sure if her father, a rabbi, were still alive, he would have "shepped nachas" and "kvelled" over her humanitarian sensitivities.

mouset783 Loc: Oklahoma

Are you upset your bad little boy got whooped or are you smart enough to know it had to happen?

Boo_Boo Loc: Jellystone

Just about a month ago, I made a mistake. Actually, it was a collection of mistakes. First I copied a list of names and did not give credit to the original author. The second mistake was not reviewing the list thoroughly before I hit the send button. And then my final mistake was not making a final read while I could still make a correction. So, the list is now part of the history on OPP. Within that list near item number 7 was the word that you find so offensive. I have made an apology to everyone for my mistake and I make an extra effort to ensure I proof read everything that I post.

What do you want from me to make this right for you? People make mistakes, I made a mistake, and I am sure that I will make mistakes in the future. So, do tell me......what do you need to feel better???

alex Loc: michigan now imperial beach californa

just tell him to go screw himself it will piss-off his boy friend