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Posted: 1/11/2006 6:25:05 PM | Howdy all! Good to see ya'll back here in the barn.
Pickles...yes, the Goat is corporate and has been since before joining this site in -- uhm...let's see...May of 2004. No suits, though...this is Saskatchewan, after all. I work in the corporation, but I exist in my own space. Love your words...they're far more uplifting and humourous than any memo I have ever read.
Om...don't worry too much about the rats. They mostly come out at night...mostly..
And it's always good to have a dragon around in case the vermin get out of control. Howdy Longte!
Hello to my dear Breathing...who, even now, sits mere feet away on her own PC. Lovely poem, m'dear.
And now I shall drop the daily droppings riiiigggght about here:
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Corporate Fakeover
Dorks and knobs
Some of them Geralds
And some are named Bob
See them congregate right outside
Each has a cigarette and a nasty stride
If you don’t look out, they’ll take you for a ride
All those Geralds, Eds and Bobs
They’re all dorks and knobs
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I'm just glad Wednesday is over. Two more to go to the Blessed Weekend, whereupon I will be moist again. Wet. As. Spring.
Stay tuned.
G'night! | |
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Joined: 10/16/2005
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Posted: 1/11/2006 8:13:31 PM | Cheers breathing and thankyou! ditto! great name btw, although, you'll have to give it up one day.
I"m feeling tipsy tonight:)
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we're running lines through here. | |
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Posted: 1/12/2006 5:26:10 PM | How-DEE!
Very little time tonight, so it'll be a post and run night. Howdy, Om!
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Adams and No Family
Bryan Adams is coming to town
And, some may ask, who is he?
He wrote a song about '69 in 1983
Give him credit and don't put him down
He's not as good a great beer fart
But he's much better than Corey Hart
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He's here and in concert in, oh, 7 or 8 minutes from now. No, I didn't get tickets -- the prospect of seeing him in concert leaves me overwhelmed with indifference.
Well, that'll be it for the goat tonight. G'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 1/13/2006 8:02:24 PM | Hello all. Hello Barn. Hello Goat.
Oh, hello daily poem!
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We Push Paper
The time has come, the boss did say
When we must process the annual T-4’s
Tax time does roll around again
A Methuselah Ford with rusty doors
We did strain and we did struggle
Just like sawyers with daunting loads
We worked all day to generate paper
Man, did we feel like total choads
Our efforts were not for naught
The boxes, to the brim, were filled
We had celebratory coffee
For all the trees we had killed
When it was done, we did rest
Many documents were set to export
In our eight-hour day we made enough
To build a really cool fort
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The weekend's here. My pants fell off as soon as I walked in the door and they won't go back on until Monday. Let the giblets hang freeeeee!
G'night! | |
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Posted: 1/13/2006 8:20:43 PM | Da Barn , what a great lil place y'ar..
om - - Hello and thanks. I thought the name fitting .
My dearest Goat - - I knew you had a poem lurking in that mind of yours….. You pulled it out of ,,,,,,hmmm ,,,,,,the air?
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Flickers of life fly by
Angels
With fallen wings
Lost in flight
Tired of the fight
Stilled
By the silent reflection
In the night
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Well, it is Friday night ...That means: It. Is. The. Weekend!!!! Ahhhhh......
Sweet dreams ................ | |
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om
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Joined: 10/16/2005
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Posted: 1/13/2006 8:23:07 PM | howdy yawl
I push paper also
get paper cuts too
but instead of bandaids
its masking tape and glue. :)
good weekend folks ! | |
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Posted: 1/14/2006 5:39:43 PM | Howdy all. I got nothing in my head today, so I'll improvise something. Don't expect anything too deep here...the brain is a little off today.
Hi Om and hello Breathing-dear. Good to see you here -- or, rather were here last night.
Okay...one crappy poem coming right up:
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Boo Didst Spew Wilst on Mountain Dew
I once knew a dog named "Boo"
Whatever he would eat he would spew
One day we gave him some Mountain Dew
And all he wanted to do was screw
Boo tried to hump so many things
Watches, shoes and someone's rings
He even tried to screw "We May Be Kings"
He wouldn't stop even if the fat lady sings
We turned him loose and that worked great
He came back when it was very very late
Presumably he tried to find a proper mate
Boo would've been more relaxed if he could masterbate
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Ick. I would apologize for that, but I warned you. Warned myself too. Ick.
Let's have a haiku for good measure:
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One dark beer in hand
Occasionally resting
Over on the desk
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Okay..so that weren't so great. I must have something else in the Tickle Trunk...ah, here we go...some lovely bot-generated poetry:
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The grapes of wrath have surely gone bad
Windows stand open for angels to enter
So I guess he can only be sad
We love each other, per aspera ad aster
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Lovely and confusing. I'd better go before things get worse. Be good...hugs and handshakes to all. See you tomorrow, eh? | |
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Posted: 1/14/2006 6:04:02 PM | Howdy all,
A post for Pickles Dear!!!!
Pickles is not feeling well
So I’ll post for both of us….
Plans may take a back seat sometimes
But the excited will be the same
Think of all the sun and warmth
Down playing in Mexico’s game
Wish I was going with
I think this cold is for the birds
But I need to stay back
And leave ya’ll with words
So get better soon girl
And tell them doc.s to hurry
Cause you got plans
And you’re itching to scurry…
Yeah, that oughta make ya laugh some, hahahahahaha
Hugs all
Sam | |
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Posted: 1/14/2006 6:36:32 PM | Oh, you can travel by plane
Or you can travel by car
No one's better than our Lady P
She is the best Pickle in the jar
I just heard about Pickles and glad that she's recuperating...see you here soo, eh?
And thanks to Mari for posting on her behalf as well. Good to see you here, m'dear...
Okay...to the showers and then to sleep perchance to dream. G'night! | |
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Posted: 1/15/2006 10:37:20 AM | Whups! Almost slipped to page two. Get on up there, you ol' barn, you.
Hello all. Just a quick sermon about a favourite subject of mine. I got the fever bad today...
Here we go...
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Psalm 81 – The Book of Goat
Blessed be the World Cup!
Thy Lard is excited beyond belief this year
He hath caught Footie Fever
This is a World Cup year
And that round little ball shall be praised
Over several pints of Guinness
And whatever else may be around the place
True, Canada hath not qualified for this World cup
But Thy Lard is very used to it
Since the Canadian team hath not qualified since 1986
And were bounced out immediately
And there is no Scottish team in this World Cup
Sad to say…but there are others to cheer for
And the best of all…it’s wall-to-wall soccer
For several weeks in June and July this year
For North America seems to be a soccer-free zone
Where one cannot find a good game unless one subscribes
To those weird European channels
Where they show soft porn at two in the afternoon
And bad non-English speaking soap operas
And the occasional footie game late in the evening.
But, for a few short weeks in June every four years
Soccer comes to CBC and TSN
And the world becomes a better and happier place
Now, Thy Lard is going to watch a taped game
Between Germany and Ireland
From four years ago
To help Him get over the itch
To take his soccer ball outside and kick it at some
Passing vehicles
Then, there will be beer.
Amen
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Okay I must scratch my itchy itches.
See youse later, eh? | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
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Posted: 1/15/2006 5:03:04 PM | So Profound
""Then, there will be beer""
No wonder I feel at home here
with a bucket full of icy beer
waiting right beside my bale
while the Goat is telling tales
Aussie team got in the Cup
won't get far, but it's enough
So give to them a Dragon cheer
then drink another icy beer
Aussies have a bit of skill
but don't think they'll beat Brazil
yet perhaps they might get near
Meanwhile have another beer
Everyone can gather close
cheer the team they like the most
For every goal thats scored I swear
I will have another beer
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Posted: 1/15/2006 5:26:55 PM | BEER AND FOOTBALL
I've opened up my first beer with longte;
We're watching the Aussies and Brazilians go to it.
Someone just came 'round with something wrong. Tea?
On the idiot box it's a Brazilian Wax job as the guard, they flow through it,
Striking a wide swath across the clear green fields of sun.
I crack open another beer, and the Aussies are falling about.
Brazil is laughing, the net is rippling with goals, what fun !
It's now 5 - 0 and the South American soccer hoods are having a shout.
Guzzling in the late afternoon, I aver to the commentators and belch.
longte is grimacing at this outrage, as I finish another frosty jar.
I bet him Brazil, I hope on payment he doesn't welsh.
The Aussies are beginning to get feathered and tarred.
One more icy beer and the screen starts to get fuzzy;
The men is green shorts are wobbling on hazy dots in flight.
longte's shouting at his home team, that's 'cuz he
Doesn't want to fork over the big bucks without a fight.
The numbers and forms on the telly don't make any more sense
After another few beers, so I walk outside and fire up a stogey.
Along comes a wayward soccer clan bouncing a ball, making dents
In parked cars as they whoop it up, when the ball hits an old fogey
Square on the jaw, now the bugger chases them down the block.
I wobble back inside, quaff one more brew, and fall on the couch.
I can just see through bleary eyes the final score, 6- 0, as I mock
longte's home squad, but with losing a thousand he's feeling like a grouch.
"That's OK", I intone, "double or nothing, I'll take Senegal over South Korea,
And give you a goal and a-half, I'm confident two thousand you'll owe me".
We shake on it, and I collapse in an alcoholic heap. No fear, hee- aw !
If those Senegalese throw in a clunker, I'll just get their female mascot to blow me. | |
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 2688 | |
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Posted: 1/16/2006 9:04:33 AM | Hi yall,
football and beer,
lots of talk here,
don't know football atall,
so I rout for the refs,
and feel for the ball,
now table tennis on the other hand,
man, I'll smack that ball up side the head,
till we're both dead,
in that brawl. :) | |
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Posted: 1/16/2006 1:08:11 PM | Hello fellow barn dwellers....
Yes I am alive....lol...just been having a brain fart I guess you can say...and trying to do some changes this year, so got lots on my mind...
Anyway, hope your all doing well, I am always lurking and reading and this place is still my haven, must be the lovely goat smell that attracts me to this place..lol I guess you get immune to it after awhile, right breathing?...
Well here is a little tidbit I wrote,for those of you who read mari's thread sorry for the double post, but like I said brain fart...lol
Trailing Tears....
The tear trickled down her face
Seemed to be lost in the wrong place
Why did it silently fall here?
What brought out this lonely tear?
By the window she sits rocking away
Her eyes staring ahead never stray
In her own world all alone
Pondering life and what she has done
Distant memories plague her mind
Haunting images seek to find
A place to rest to stay in deep
Forever diminishing her needed sleep
Images haunt her every night
Blinding images block her fight
Remembrance of times long past
Fleeting thoughts that always last
Why she wonders must it be
That at night I continue to always see
My past come to life again
Will peace I somehow ever win?
The tears still fall down her face
Slowly but at a steady pace
Seeking yet never do they find
Peace at last from the images in her mind....
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Posted: 1/16/2006 4:55:53 PM | Hello all and hello to Longte, Rory and Miz.
I see there are a couple of other footie fans here with me. I completely forgot that Australia's in the Cup this time around. That's good...after I noticed Scotland wasn't in I was so heartbroken that I couldn't concentrate any more.
Go Oz!! Woot!!
Hey there, Om...just saw you snuck in there. Footie is a fine sport and is an excellent excuse to get cranked up on Guinness and yell at the telly.
And hello, Miz...you brought such an incredible poem with you today. That one should be posted as many places as you can find. You have really outdone yourself and I'm honoured that you chose the barn as one of the places for it to be.
As for me...I will foul the air with this:
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(Several Short Poems of Feargal O’God)
Introducing Feargal
An Irishman named Feargal O’God
Had a most tremendous and fabulous bod
But, for women, he cared not a sniff
And loved the sheep
When they pushed back from the edge of a cliff
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I'm so bad at this limerick thing, so I tried a bit of a compromise. It's part limerick and part dirty poem...there may be more because I like the name of the fella.
Okay...take care of each other. Hugs and handshakes n' stuff. | |
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Posted: 1/16/2006 5:40:54 PM | Hello to all yee fine folk …
Om - -Football/Soccer vs Table Tennis… Glad you are hanging your works in the barn…
Rory/ Longte - -Profound/Beer and football - - Good stuff, mates
Soccer and beer go hand in hand, tis the finest game in the land…I’m hoping it’s England and Brazil in the final game…
Miz - - Glad you are around this old barn …your words ring true!
Mari_sam - - Good to see you and your wit here ;-)
Dear Pickles - - I hope you are feeling better. I trust the docs treated you well ?? Your poetry is missed here and so are you, my friend…..
Hello, My sweet Goat – Love your wit and wisdom – World cup and you ….. ;-)
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The heart
Pulses of life
With each breath
Memories surface
Stillness of time
Forgotten moments
Silent touches
Leave their mark
Innocence
Lost In the dark
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G'night all....
sweet dreams | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 2692 | |
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Posted: 1/16/2006 6:00:24 PM | Feargal O'God lived over way there
To the rest of us may have looked queer
Little bit strange his abuse of the sheep
Least he knew they wouldn't say beep
Meantine I'll grab another beer
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Pickles is home not feeling too good
Will she get better?? Looks like she should
Doctors and prodding and testing been done
As we all know, not really fun
Soon she'll be back with irreverent wit
It will all pass, she'll get over it
Muah Pickles
Just grab another beer
OK Goat
I'll bring a slab next visit
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Posted: 1/16/2006 7:28:05 PM | I've been sprung and am now at home
Antibiotics and no wine
Bad enough to be sick
Bloody p1ssed...I missed my trip
Friday the 13th I should have known
Was not the day to leave home
The forces of evil were on the prowl
Then descended on my bowel
Once again..... peritonitis
A state I can only describe as
Agony...
But hey, I got good drugs for free!
The demerol was awesome!!!!!
Thanks guys for all your wishes....Mexico ain't going anywhere and besides I love Canada in the winter!!!!
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Posted: 1/16/2006 8:11:54 PM | Hello all Barn Dwellers,
Love the writes!!!!!!
Breathing, did you make Goat clean in here????
Smells like new hay, LMAO
Ahhhhh Pickles,
Glad your back!!! You got Elmo mail!!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 1/17/2006 1:06:47 AM | for pickles.
TOMORROW, YES !, I AM TAKING THE DAY OFF
Tomorrow I am free of numbers, monetary goals and quick-witted adjustments.
I will walk the streets in ridiculous paraphernalia, and inspect the dust vents
Of a street, any street, in any rainy block while singing in obscure ostinato.
If a panhandler interrupts with beseeching beer-breath, I will call the 'ho
And have her waylay him with her ways in the bleak byways of no ways.
I will unleash my enthusiasm for mumbly-peg, imported cheese, womens' sashays,
Unused ashtrays, kitschy souvenirs in long-forgotten windows, gumdrops
And oilpans neglected on the oil-soaked floor of automotive body shops.
I will unfold my arms of benign objectivity and frolic westward unto the margins of the sea,
Grappling most noisily with stuttering foreign language laws in stilted jabs of glee.
Siphoning back a lunatic twinge of most merry and fortuitous affronts,
I'll look with mild approval at the outdoor markets with their sidewalk entertainers' stunts.
Besieged on all sides by libretto-besotted wannabes in torch-and-twang garb,
I'll confer upon the magic-card reader behind grimy windows of the one named Barb.
Foisted before me, a Jack of Spades renders an unmistakeable omen of delight,
So I'll head out into the damp, crowded arteries of chloroformed objects in the night. | |
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Posted: 1/17/2006 6:41:20 PM | Ah...now that's what I like -- a person with a plan! Well done, Rory! You have a good time and (if you don't mind) I just may clip and keep that poetic rendering -- or rendered poetry. Wunnerful stuff.
Hello all and welcome to the barn. Tonight is an ordinary night with the ordinary thing from me. Were you expecting something special? On a Tuesday? Sorry.
Special greets and welcome back to the ailing (but still feisty) Pickles. Good to see you and I wish you a speedy recovery and you may well have that Mexican holiday. And I know you know better than to drink the water there. Thre's nothing like peeing blood out of your a***hole for seven hours to suck the fun out of any holiday. Get well, m'dear. I'll send Thy Lard some prayers and a two-four and maybe He can work something out for you.
Hello to Longte...Feargal O'God is a great name, ennit? It rolls off the tongue and slobberly drobbles down your shirt in sticky salivantic strings...ahhh, yar. Good to see you here, pardner.
Howdy to Mari, too! Saw yer in there!
(oh, and Breathing too....but she knows how I feel about her)
Okay...a poem. Continuing the epic saga of Feargal O'God:
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Furthering Feargal O’God
‘Tis true that Feargal loved sheep
‘Twas a love he had ever so deep
But even the sheep, he had to part
He had to leave their sounds and farts
Because his love was so great and so wide
He had taken it far beyond and far outside
Now he spends time around his little shanty
Catching wild turkeys and dressing them in panties
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I feel mildy violated after re-reading that one. What better way to end the day?
Adieu..bon nuit! Se youse tomorrow, eh? | |
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Posted: 1/17/2006 7:51:39 PM | Feargal O'God was a horny old sod
And shagged any creature that moved
He rogered away for many a day
Till his****came totally unscrewed
Hoots mon he did cry to passers by
Will you help me screw back on me willy
I need it you see to keep the sheep happy
As I shag the whole flock quite silly
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Joined: 10/16/2005
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Posted: 1/18/2006 10:11:26 AM | bon jour ! Tis a big barn full of talented dancers, indeed.
Round and round, back and forth,
to and fro I go,
like a ping pong ball,
or soccer ball,
goal to goal to goal.
just a quick spin...again. :)
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Posted: 1/18/2006 10:51:43 AM | pickles my girl your still in fine form...that was a cute little ditty that brought a smile to my face...hope your well..
hope everyone is well, I will try to be on later with a poem....maybe about my day of slip sliding away with the ice we have here...
Take care
Miz | |
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