In a message dated 2/20/2006 1:09:26 PM Central Standard Time is was stated:


With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.

Larry LaPrise, the man that wrote "The Hokey Pokey" died peacefully at the age of 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.
They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.


Shut up. You know it's funny.
Now send it on to someone else and make them smile

Haha.

Funny, I think Leno did this one a couple of times...

I know it's been said before, but...

Maybe the Hokey Pokey is what it's all about.



Signor V.

I'll tell you what's sad...this morning on local radio they played a recording of an actual murder. A fellow was convicted of killing his 24 year old girlfriend and somehow the whole thing got recorded (maybe she had called 911).

Anyway, you hear the girl yelling, no...no...NO and then she begins to scream probably as she sees him pull the gun. Then you hear 2 shots and her scream turns to a whimper which quickly fades.

You actually can hear this girl dying. It was horrible.
Will take a few days to get it out of my head.

That's what's sad.

Apple

Well Apple, that certainly killed any humor that was originally in the post.

But yes, that's unbelievably sad. I cannot believe they would play that on radio. Think of the family and friends.

The newsman did warn listeners before playing that the audio would be graphic; I guess to either prepare yourself or lower the sound if you chose not to listen.

Regarding the original humor of the thread...I had seen a similar thing several years ago regarding the demise of the Pillsbury Doughboy. I scared the heck out of a friend of mine because when forwarding, I also attached the subject header of 'Sad News'.

Apple

Yes that a horrific thing to hear on the radio imagine if you was riding and you was dead happy with your mates and THAT came on! How sad would that make you feel?

Im actually replying to APPLEONYA'S post about the radio!

My apologies. I should delete my post (but then add it to another reply in another thread).

Before you get antsy I am completely kidding.

If only you could ...

Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Erasers were made for a reason.

Personally I liked the story about the guy in Germany who placed an ad saying he wanted to meet someone he could kill and eat. Someone actually answered the ad, and before the murder the two of them dined on his flesh. Eventually the guy did kill and eat the other fellow. He was caught and his defense was that he was simply honoring a request. He
is now doing life.

Isn't that dangerous? I mean, you could be driving down a motorway, go and turn the radio down, lose attention for a split second and BAM! The next thing you know, you've hit a woman old enough to have been on the Titanic. In fact, you find she was the only survivor still alive, and nobody else knew she was still alive, but she was, and now she isn't, because now she's dead. That'd be sad. That'd be very sad. Don't'cha fuckin' think?

Though what she might have been doing walking on a motorway I'll never know, not even as omnipresent author. Sometimes even my own creations betray me, and escape my imagination to fulfill their own freedom!

Golly, what a world.

Well, I was still lying in bed at the time, so no need to worry 'bout that.

Apple

A sad, though my no means invalid, case of the reader making her own interpretations of a text intended differently by its author.

That you connected yourself with, and assumed yourself to be, the said would-be victim of my post, is down to your own conscience. But there is no such thing in Literature as a mis-reading.

Golly, what a world indeedlebe!

I suppose, but of course since it was my post you quoted...



When you're posting, there's no such thing as literature , period.

You should really consider writing classes.

Apple

Where is Ron Sterling when you need him ?

Doodoodoodoodoodoodoodoo....



Apple

Feeding his puppies.

With apples.

Or at least not when there are commas left hanging suspended in the air.

And that's probably not the only thing left hanging.

Apple

Don't worry. It's natural for tits to droop in old-age.

And cocks in youth.

What a case study this would make.

I can just see the journals now.

So could B.

Sure, let me open another deck,
grab a few cookies and relax.

You shouldn't laugh at your own jokes.

I bet a number of people did the night that damned ship hit that iceberg. Look where it got them...

Walking down motorways in old age, for starters. Tits drooping, with their nobbly knees smashing the windscreen as their bodies go flying over the car roof, landing what seems like years (for measurements must cross fields to give reality justice) from the car, with a smacking thud. If the neck does not snap, then the spinal injuries are beyond repair, at this age. In fact, the facial damage, although the face was not hit by the car (it skidded along the asphalt with a sickening screech), was like something from a horror movie...

...a romance movie. Starring Leonardo Di Caprio.

Why edit your post, 'son? Would you edit your history if given the chance?