RE: Bargains and brawls o
Hey now...two of you?! Hmmmmmmmm as tempting as that may be... I sorry but I gotta charge for that
Hey now...two of you?! Hmmmmmmmm as tempting as that may be... I sorry but I gotta charge for that
Bargains and brawls on Black Friday
- Thread starter unclepercy
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Hows about we pay with poetry...uh huh, just the funny stuff, here is a sample
Hey Acorn!
Who d'you think you are?
A hard guy?
You look like a little hard-boiled egg
Sitting in a cup.
Well I'm telling you hard guy,
A squirrel is going to find you,
And if he doesn't eat you
he's going to bury you
Hey Acorn!
Who d'you think you are?
A hard guy?
You look like a little hard-boiled egg
Sitting in a cup.
Well I'm telling you hard guy,
A squirrel is going to find you,
And if he doesn't eat you
he's going to bury you
nice avatar, lil' p. I downloaded an audiobook version of Moby Dick a few days ago. 8)
I am sitting in the middle
of a whopper of a whale,
where there's scant illumination,
and the air is still and stale.
My monotonous enclosure
is predominantly gray,
and is surely no location
I would choose to spend my day.
There is no one to converse with
in a whale's digestive tract.
I am bored with my surroundings,
and I wish that I had packed.
Without any sort of warning
I was eaten like a bean.
Now I'm stranded in the center
of a living submarine.
I see no way of escaping,
so I'm throwing up my hands,
and unless I'm extricated,
I'm not making any plans.
I'd appreciate suggestions,
simply drop them in the mail.
Just address them to the belly
of this whopper of a whale.
I am sitting in the middle
of a whopper of a whale,
where there's scant illumination,
and the air is still and stale.
My monotonous enclosure
is predominantly gray,
and is surely no location
I would choose to spend my day.
There is no one to converse with
in a whale's digestive tract.
I am bored with my surroundings,
and I wish that I had packed.
Without any sort of warning
I was eaten like a bean.
Now I'm stranded in the center
of a living submarine.
I see no way of escaping,
so I'm throwing up my hands,
and unless I'm extricated,
I'm not making any plans.
I'd appreciate suggestions,
simply drop them in the mail.
Just address them to the belly
of this whopper of a whale.
hehehehe...tis is more fun than shopping Bigh 8O *fluffs hair* inspiration canuckle 8O since when did a man need inspiration to take his cloths off ehm...bigh did the person who wrote that poem also write this
love chocolate cake.
And when I was a girl
I loved it even more.
Sometimes we used to have it for tea
and Mum used to say,
'If there's any left over
you can have it to take to school
tomorrow to have at playtime.'
And the next day I would take it to school
wrapped up in tin foil
open it up at playtime
and sit in the corner of the playground
eating it,
you know how the icing on top
is all shiny and it cracks as you
bite into it,
and there's that other kind of icing in
the middle
and it sticks to your hands and you
can lick your fingers
and lick your lips
oh it's lovely.
yeah.
Anyway,
once we had this chocolate cake for tea
and later I went to bed
but while I was in bed
I found myself waking up
licking my lips
and smiling.
I woke up proper.
'The chocolate cake.'
It was the first thing
1 thought of.
I could almost see it
so I thought,
what if I go downstairs
and have a little nibble, yeah?
It was all dark
everyone was in bed
so it must have been really late
but I got out of bed,
crept out of the door
there's always a creaky floorboard, isn't there?
Past Mum and Dad's room,
careful not to tread on bits of broken toys
or bits of Lego
you know what it's like treading on Lego
with your bare feet,
yowwww
shhhhhhh
downstairs
into the kitchen
open the cupboard
and there it is
all shining.
So I take it out of the cupboard
put it on the table
and I see that
there's a few crumbs lying about on the plate,
so I lick my finger and run my finger all over the crumbs
scooping them up
and put them into my mouth.
oooooooommmmmmmmm
nice.
Then
I look again
and on one side where it's been cut,
it's all crumbly.
So I take a knife
I think I'll just tidy that up a bit,
cut off the crumbly bits
scoop them all up
and into the mouth
oooooommm mmmm
nice.
Look at the cake again.
That looks a bit funny now,
one side doesn't match the other
I'll just even it up a bit, eh?
Take the knife
and slice.
This time the knife makes a little cracky noise
as it goes through that hard icing on top.
A whole slice this time,
into the mouth.
Oh the icing on top
and the icing in the middle
ohhhhhh oooo mmmmmm.
But now
I can't stop myself
Knife -
1 just take any old slice at it
and I've got this great big chunk
and I'm cramming it in
what a greedy pig
but it's so nice,
and there's another
and another and I'm squealing and I'm smacking my lips
and I'm stuffing myself with it
and
before I know
I've eaten the lot.
The whole lot.
I look at the plate.
It's all gone.
Oh no
they're bound to notice, aren't they,
a whole chocolate cake doesn't just disappear
does it?
What shall 1 do?
I know. I'll wash the plate up,
and the knife
and put them away and maybe no one
will notice, eh?
So I do that
and creep creep creep
back to bed
into bed
doze off
licking my lips
with a lovely feeling in my belly.
Mmmmrnmmmmm.
In the morning I get up,
downstairs,
have breakfast,
Mum's saying,
'Have you got your dinner money?'
and I say,
'Yes.'
'And don't forget to take some chocolate cake with you.'
I stopped breathing.
'What's the matter,' she says,
'you normally jump at chocolate cake?'
I'm still not breathing,
and she's looking at me very closely now.
She's looking at me just below my mouth.
'What's that?' she says.
'What's what?' I say.
'What's that there?'
'Where?'
'There,' she says, pointing at my chin.
'I don't know,' I say.
'It looks like chocolate,' she says.
'It's not chocolate is it?'
No answer.
'Is it?'
'I don't know.'
She goes to the cupboard
looks in, up, top, middle, bottom,
turns back to me.
'It's gone.
It's gone.
You haven't eaten it, have you?'
'I don't know.'
'You don't know. You don't know if you've eaten a whole
chocolate cake or not?
When? When did you eat it?'
So I told her,
and she said
well what could she say?
'That's the last time I give you any cake to take
to school.
Now go. Get out
no wait
not before you've washed your dirty sticky face.'
I went upstairs
looked in the mirror
and there it was,
just below my mouth,
a chocolate smudge.
The give-away.
Maybe she'll forget about it by next week.
Bigh 8O *fluffs hair* inspiration canuckle 8O since when did a man need inspiration to take his cloths off ehm...bigh did the person who wrote that poem also write thislove chocolate cake.
And when I was a girl
I loved it even more.
Sometimes we used to have it for tea
and Mum used to say,
'If there's any left over
you can have it to take to school
tomorrow to have at playtime.'
And the next day I would take it to school
wrapped up in tin foil
open it up at playtime
and sit in the corner of the playground
eating it,
you know how the icing on top
is all shiny and it cracks as you
bite into it,
and there's that other kind of icing in
the middle
and it sticks to your hands and you
can lick your fingers
and lick your lips
oh it's lovely.
yeah.
Anyway,
once we had this chocolate cake for tea
and later I went to bed
but while I was in bed
I found myself waking up
licking my lips
and smiling.
I woke up proper.
'The chocolate cake.'
It was the first thing
1 thought of.
I could almost see it
so I thought,
what if I go downstairs
and have a little nibble, yeah?
It was all dark
everyone was in bed
so it must have been really late
but I got out of bed,
crept out of the door
there's always a creaky floorboard, isn't there?
Past Mum and Dad's room,
careful not to tread on bits of broken toys
or bits of Lego
you know what it's like treading on Lego
with your bare feet,
yowwww
shhhhhhh
downstairs
into the kitchen
open the cupboard
and there it is
all shining.
So I take it out of the cupboard
put it on the table
and I see that
there's a few crumbs lying about on the plate,
so I lick my finger and run my finger all over the crumbs
scooping them up
and put them into my mouth.
oooooooommmmmmmmm
nice.
Then
I look again
and on one side where it's been cut,
it's all crumbly.
So I take a knife
I think I'll just tidy that up a bit,
cut off the crumbly bits
scoop them all up
and into the mouth
oooooommm mmmm
nice.
Look at the cake again.
That looks a bit funny now,
one side doesn't match the other
I'll just even it up a bit, eh?
Take the knife
and slice.
This time the knife makes a little cracky noise
as it goes through that hard icing on top.
A whole slice this time,
into the mouth.
Oh the icing on top
and the icing in the middle
ohhhhhh oooo mmmmmm.
But now
I can't stop myself
Knife -
1 just take any old slice at it
and I've got this great big chunk
and I'm cramming it in
what a greedy pig
but it's so nice,
and there's another
and another and I'm squealing and I'm smacking my lips
and I'm stuffing myself with it
and
before I know
I've eaten the lot.
The whole lot.
I look at the plate.
It's all gone.
Oh no
they're bound to notice, aren't they,
a whole chocolate cake doesn't just disappear
does it?
What shall 1 do?
I know. I'll wash the plate up,
and the knife
and put them away and maybe no one
will notice, eh?
So I do that
and creep creep creep
back to bed
into bed
doze off
licking my lips
with a lovely feeling in my belly.
Mmmmrnmmmmm.
In the morning I get up,
downstairs,
have breakfast,
Mum's saying,
'Have you got your dinner money?'
and I say,
'Yes.'
'And don't forget to take some chocolate cake with you.'
I stopped breathing.
'What's the matter,' she says,
'you normally jump at chocolate cake?'
I'm still not breathing,
and she's looking at me very closely now.
She's looking at me just below my mouth.
'What's that?' she says.
'What's what?' I say.
'What's that there?'
'Where?'
'There,' she says, pointing at my chin.
'I don't know,' I say.
'It looks like chocolate,' she says.
'It's not chocolate is it?'
No answer.
'Is it?'
'I don't know.'
She goes to the cupboard
looks in, up, top, middle, bottom,
turns back to me.
'It's gone.
It's gone.
You haven't eaten it, have you?'
'I don't know.'
'You don't know. You don't know if you've eaten a whole
chocolate cake or not?
When? When did you eat it?'
So I told her,
and she said
well what could she say?
'That's the last time I give you any cake to take
to school.
Now go. Get out
no wait
not before you've washed your dirty sticky face.'
I went upstairs
looked in the mirror
and there it was,
just below my mouth,
a chocolate smudge.
The give-away.
Maybe she'll forget about it by next week.
peapod said:*fluffs hair* inspiration canuckle 8O since when did a man need inspiration to take his cloths off
might i direct you to the beer goggles thread :lol: :lol:
No, p - the whale poem is Jack Prelutsky. The chocolate cake poem is Michael Rosen - I emailed you about that; you tried to trick me by changing the poets gender, eh? :twisted:
Well he made a mistake using a boy, didn't he bigh?? I corrected it for him :? Oh blah blah blah, aren't you da clever one :wink:
missile said:
Walmart intenionally understocks the sale item to draw people into the store and still maintain a certain amount of profitability. Then... so do all the others.
As a person who had to open the doors for such an event and distribute tickets for the said door coupons....Our patrons were relatively well behaved. They started to push in on me...and being somewhat claustaphobic and capable of holding coupons well out of reach...When I shouted back up they did. Early opening events are silly. They cause stores to stretch a staff over a longer time period ...which causes poor service, longer waits and more frustration for customers.
Strangely,the only US retailer to show stronger sales this holiday is Walmart I wouldn't want the greeter's job at any of their outlets[too stressful!]
I wouldn't want the greeter's job at any of their outlets[too stressful!]