twisted perverts and silly brittish men
Today was the first then in months that I *saw* morning. I woke up at bout 9am and stared out of the window in disbelief. It was a weird feeling. Maybe I should expiriance morning more often, hm.
Anyway, as I'm not able to study in the ungodly hours, I went upstairs, dag through my old video tapes and found something I haven't seen in a looong while. I saw David Lynch's Blue Velvet and I was once again amazed but the twisted mind of my favorite film director. Since then the words "Baby wants to fuck" are ringing in my head, hahaha. Man, I love that film.
And then I saw about 6 episodes of Monty Pyhton and I had a great laugh although I seen those sketches about 10 000 times.
"I can talk for hours and hours and hour and no one even knows I'm there. See, now you forgot about me too and I could be talking for houuurs and houurs"
"And now....something complitely different. A man with a tape recorder up his nose"
Oh my...well, I'm off to study. At least try. Yes.
The Lumberjack Song
I never wanted to do this job in the first place!
I... I wanted to be...
A LUMBERJACK!
(piano vamp)
Leaping from tree to tree! As they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia! With my best girl by my side!
The Larch!
The Pine!
The Giant Redwood tree!
The Sequoia!
The Little Whopping Rule Tree!
We'd sing! Sing! Sing!
Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay,
I sleep all night and I work all day.
CHORUS: He's a lumberjack, and he's okay,
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I cut down trees, I eat my lunch,
I go to the lava-try.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.
Mounties: He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch,
He goes to the lava-try.
On Wednesdays 'e goes shoppin'
And has buttered scones for tea.
CHORUS
I cut down trees, I skip and jump,
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing,
And hang around in bars.
Mounties: He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps,
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around.... In bars???????
CHORUS
I chop down trees, I wear high heels,
Suspendies and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like my dear papa.
Mounties: He cuts down trees, he wears high heels
Suspendies?? and a .... a Bra????
(spoken, raggedly) What's this? Wants to be a *girlie*? Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!
CHORUS
All: He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaaaayyy..... (BONG)
Sound Cue: The Liberty Bell March, by John Phillip Sousa.
-or-
Dear Sir,
I wish to complain on the strongest possible terms about the previous entry in this file about the lumberjack who wears women's clothes. Some of
my best friends are lumberjacks, and only a FEW of them are transvestites.
Yours faithfully,
Brigadier Sir Charles Arthur Strong, Mrs.
P.S. I have never kissed the editor of the radio times.
lmao