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  • #31
    Do you hope to grow up and get soft government jobs like your old man?

    How big is the house you will live in, tell the truth, the old man showed a fake, right?

    How do you guys feel when your father spends immense amounts of time on the interenet playing games with other people instead of you?
    I believe Saddam because his position is backed up by logic and reason...David Floyd
    i'm an ignorant greek...MarkG

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    • #32
      Originally posted by Alexander's Horse
      They want to ask some questions.

      Aidan: "What's up with all the names, like 'supersneak'?"
      Because SuperSneak has an angry wife and a baby like daddy and he has to sneak to use his computer, or his angry wife will beat him and make him cry and take the baby away and sneak will have to write checks every month and drink lots and lots and lots of medicine juice.

      Nicholas: "I like everything in the whole entire world. How did the cow chase the cow or the cow chase the cat? Because the cow is so crazy?"
      Yes, the cow is crazy. Bad English people fed the cow yucky food and made it crazy. The cat didn't do anything to the cow, it was just minding it's own business and getting hair all over Daddy's nice pants. The cat likes to ride in the dryer, by the way.
      (I think Nick may be the golden child...very Zen...ask him what is the sound of one hand clapping?)

      Dominic: "Baby songs?"
      HURRY UP BLUES
      Words & Music by Hap Palmer
      © Hap-Palm Music Inc.
      Hurry kids, no time to play
      We're running late for school today
      Got the got to hurry, got to worry blues.
      Where's my list of things to do/
      Sally, where's your other shoe?
      Got the got to hurry, got to worry blues.

      I can't keep cool when I'm keyed up
      Now where'd I leave my coffee cup?
      Tommy, that's not your toothbrush
      Oh how I hate this nervous rush!

      Set the table, feed the fish
      Careful now, don't break a dish!
      Got the got to hurry, got to worry blues.

      Dippity dash, lickety split
      Zippity zoon, dit dit dit
      Razzamotazz, frazzzaley frazz
      Skiddle deed addle and all that jazz

      Oh no! Come on Freddy
      Its quarter to eight and you're still not ready!

      Where's your homework? Where's your lunch?
      Gobble that bowl of Crispy Crunch
      Got the got to hurry, got to worry blues.
      Wash your hands, comb your hair
      The school bells ringing and you're not there
      Got the got to hurry got to worry blues.

      Button your coat and do it quick
      Drink your juice or you'll get sick
      Clean your plate, scrub your face
      I swear you're moving at a turtle's pace!

      My heart is beating double time
      My thoughts are freaking in my mind
      Got the got to hurry got to worry blues.
      My hands are shakin my legs are itchin
      My pits are sweatin, my nose is twitchin
      Got the got to hurry, got to worry blues!


      BACKWARDS LAND
      Words & Music Hap Palmer
      © Hap-Pal Music Inc.


      Eat popcorn in the morning, pancakes in the night
      Fly a boat or float your favorite kite
      Take a pair of new shoes, lace one on each hand
      That's the way we live in Backwards Land

      Oh Backwards Land, Land Backwards oh
      We love you so, so you love we
      You make us happy, Happy us make you
      Backwards Land is the place to be

      See starry skies with sunshine, rainbows in the night
      Cat that kiss each other when they fight
      Buy the biggest diamond with a bag of sand
      That's the way we live in Backwards Land

      (repeat chorus)

      Frosty nights are warm and boiling waters hot
      Children make the grownups go to school
      Cars and clothes are worth more when they're second hand
      That's the way we live in Backwards Land

      (repeat chorus)

      Be to place the is Land Backwards


      AMANDA SCHLUPP
      Words & Music by Hap Palmer
      ©Hap-Pal Music Inc.


      Amanda Schlupp would not pick her toys up
      She left everything where it lay
      She played all day and never found time
      To put anything way

      Her dollies lay smothered on top of each other
      Their dresses were wrinkled and ripped
      He skates were dropped carelessly on her glass pony
      The poor thing was broken and chipped

      Checkers and dominoes, buttons and silver bows
      All were mixed up in a box
      Her panda and teddy like tangled spaghetti
      Lay limp in a bed of old socks

      Her mirror as cracked from the crush of the clutter
      And hadn't been seen for a year
      Her hairbrush was bent and the bristles were jammed
      In the teeth of her bicycle gear

      She cleats of her soccer shoes dug a deep groove
      In a record of "Skip to My Lou"
      And flies crawled around on her pink paper plates
      With cake crumbs and old mud pie stew.

      Then one night Amanda dreamed tht her panda
      Cried, "I can't stand anymore"!
      Then the toys heard him yell, "Rise up and rebel!"
      They broke down the bedroom door.

      The dollies jumped into the bicycle basket
      And panda bear pedaled away
      The checkers jumped over each other to flee
      And teddy bear shouted "Hooray!"

      The glass pony limped up still broken and shipped up
      And happily hobbled away
      The soccer shoes kicked out the pile of old socks
      Then sprinted outside to play

      The records and skates rolled outside with the plates
      And the hairbrush went bristling by
      The bows and the dominoes danced out the door
      And all that was lift were the flies

      Amanda Schlupp screamed and woke up
      And early the very next day
      She skipped the cartoons and cleaned up her room
      And put all her toys away.
      Life and death is a grave matter;
      all things pass quickly away.
      Each of you must be completely alert;
      never neglectful, never indulgent.

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      • #33
        Sorry, that's it. They have to go and get ready for swimming classes now.

        bye
        Any views I may express here are personal and certainly do not in any way reflect the views of my employer. Tis the rising of the moon..

        Look, I just don't anymore, okay?

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        • #34
          Prove that you really are Horse's kids.
          *grumbles about work*

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          • #35
            Hi to the Ponies, from Dallas, Texas USA!
            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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            • #36
              how old are they?
              "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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              • #37
                Why do kids smell?

                And why are your hands always covered in some sort of sticky, juicy liquid?

                And what is it with the disproportionately large heads? Don't you know you all look like ET?
                "Wait a minute..this isn''t FAUX dive, it's just a DIVE!"
                "...Mangy dog staggering about, looking vainly for a place to die."
                "sauna stories? There are no 'sauna stories'.. I mean.. sauna is sauna. You do by the laws of sauna." -P.

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                • #38
                  Originally posted by devilmunchkin
                  how old are they?
                  23, 19, 17
                  A proud citizen of the only convicted terrorist harboring nation!

                  .13 posts per day, and proud of it!

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                  • #39
                    Did Daddy tell you that he loves first first son the most.
                    The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits

                    Hydey the no-limits man.

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                    • #40
                      Which child controls Wiglaf?
                      'Arguing with anonymous strangers on the internet is a sucker's game because they almost always turn out to be - or to be indistinguishable from - self-righteous sixteen year olds possessing infinite amounts of free time.'
                      - Neal Stephenson, Cryptonomicon

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                      • #41
                        Is there anything you'd like to tell the nice lady from the government? It's OK to tell her secrets, she likes secrets and she's got a special friend, Mr. Policeman, who will protect you if your afraid to tell the nice lady from the government something about your Dad that he said he wanted you to keep a secret and that he'd give you a smack if you told anyone. Mr. Policeman gets very sad when Dad's smack theri kids and he'll be an extra special friend to you if you tell the nice government lady about your Daddy.
                        "I say shoot'em all and let God sort it out in the end!

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                        • #42
                          this seems pretty much made up... from what I got beforehands his kids are pretty young... so why would they fall into Horse rhetorics? well, maybe it's all about fun here but I seriously wonder whether Horse has EVER been hoenst about hsi real life... I'm pretty sure now that he's a 15 year old sitting somewhere in Britain and making it all up

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                          • #43
                            Probably
                            Any views I may express here are personal and certainly do not in any way reflect the views of my employer. Tis the rising of the moon..

                            Look, I just don't anymore, okay?

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                            • #44
                              Confess

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                              • #45
                                Have you ever been in a Turkish Prison?
                                Speaking of Erith:

                                "It's not twinned with anywhere, but it does have a suicide pact with Dagenham" - Linda Smith

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