Burlesque

Burlesque

The burlesque was once two old jokers making a joke with a stripper dancing in the backgrounded. I think they changed to the stripper in the foreskin dancing as the main attracting force while the jokes are being told in the back behind her. It was mostly on the Broadway near to the Academy the jokes was one linners bad form usually off color not ever white or even blue collar makes one wonder what the audience was made up of mostly rich and ignorant people. Just because they later called it Vaudeville it was only Burlesque. The older and the more MATURE the stripper the more money they did make they raked it inn over the counting main counter near the water falling from the pipes always in a poorer blockaided neighbor hooded placed. O Kay here ici is the ensample of the joke in Dialogged formed. Slapsticked Man One : I am A. Hitler. Slapsticked Man Two : What is that what did you say what is your namme young man ? STone : I said I am A. Hitler. STTwo : No I play a lot of football and I knoe that you are not A. Hitter. STone : Baseball thats baseball not football you moronic harmonic imbelicall cord. STTwo : what is your fist namme you smartmouth baffoon ? STone : Adolfo. Ed.note.ed how udderly bizarro but go you tube and see this is how they talked in riddling while the eldest sagging lady was back there stripping wait while the eldest bagging lady they could find was out there in front of them stripping while they talked cartoonly. Burlesque.

TheInnKeeper

TheInnKeeper

Sitting Room. One candle in a large coffee canned. The crucifixed holds a level lower then this flame near the chair a hard backed wooden crated elevated levitated insinuated instigated prevaricated intimidated locked inn from the outer court yarded gaited laminated liquifed Icy walk way out there to get a look at her inn this window sill eye stare up at the window from my vantage pointed on the street a broken soul united states the obvious disgrace no uniformly formation calling birds larking in her window. Why do they call it Pizza Pie? it is not a pie at all; it IS just bread with garnished extra items meat with cheesed oh wait mabe what he said was piece of pie in bad italics like the movie. Anyone drinking ALE at the inn and eating bad kidney pie had better cool it off first and give it back to TheInnKeeper.

Babe Lincoln

Babe Lincoln

Part One
The New York Metro Ball Park was standing room only SRO. They did not putt up the house lights or the stadium seats because frankly they thought no one came or cared and that no one was interested any more in baseball games. As they turned up the lights they saw over 40,003 screaming fans had come to watch this game to cheer the newest flame Babe Lincoln. He walked up to the plate he carried a large log that looked like Alley Opps club all the Met players laughed and called it the Lincoln Logg. He never missed a homer once and so they called him Babe. I never saw him fail to connect with a thrown pitched from the mound to plate. He hammered them over the Central Field fence and always walked home to the plate. The catcher for the Cardinals or whoever the Mets were playing that day took out his whisk dusted off the plate stepped back in a hurry for Lincoln came stepping like a stone his left foot limping home and always said "Way to go, Babe." He had found a loophole in the baseball handbook rulebook that said Lefty handicapped players can use OverSized Batts and choke up on them to get there stance. ??? OH, it was dated 1874 your Copy of teh Rule Book does not go back that far too western years ago. He developed his wrists to gain strength by backpacking in the Snow of Colorado. Its the law there where people must survive there. I knoe you still do not believe me, so go down to the bullpin on SUNDAY to the Stadium on any given hour find him there working out by dragging backpacks full of stone around the field of the NewYorkMets are there for they still practice ball they have to get the runs the other runs needed to win the game for Babe Lincoln and his Logg. He points at Central Field and grabs the Lincoln Logg just on the end then swings an easy always long drive fly ball. He can grab the Logg there on the end for now his wrists are strong enought to hammer homers straightaway over that fenced in area for safetys sake no one is allowed to stand there. He hits the pitch thats thrown no matter how the pitcher varies they have tried them all no curve is two contrary for the Lincoln Logg. No ball or strike is ever thrown, for Babe Lincoln hits them slams them home. We had to do something to help the METS in the Shadow of New York them Yankees always got the fans; before Babe Lincoln got his Logg.

BuckWheath

BuckWheath

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Shakespeare was not a Negroe.
But do thy worst to steal thy face away,
For term of life thou art blackly ebonly mine,
And my facebook life no longer than thy face shall stay this way.
For it depends upon that long long face of thine.
Then need I not to fear the worst of wrong the negro song,
When in the most of them my life hath no dark or blackened end.
I see a better state to me belongs in Alabama in the springtime
Than that which on thy dark side of depression liffting doth depend;
Thou canst not vex me with thy negroid mind,
Since that my life on thy watermelon rind doth lie.
O, what a happy picnic fantasy do I finally do find,
Happy to have thy chicken leg, happy to die!
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no android song
Thou mayst be false white, and yet I know it not. ?
William CharlaX Shakespeare
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But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
For term of life thou art assured mine;
And life no longer than thy love will stay,
For it depends upon that love of thine.
Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs,
When in the least of them my life hath end.
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humour doth depend:
Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
O! what a happy title do I find,
Happy to have thy love, happy to die!
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot?
Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.

ThankYou,Christmas

ThankYou,Christmas


Thank You Mother for mye life. A Mother, Daughter needing help I almost walked away not seeing how I COULD do anything, the TRUCK was huge a suburban gas guzzeler she was out of petrol thats fuel thats the gas. I was only a small man. I told her mye sob story how the HIghway Patrol would not like me walking on the highway. True story. SHe suggested her MOther was coming with gas and asked me to help move her out of the roadway. I pushed slowly and steadily and carefully moved her into the turning lane where she was not obstructing traffic. Her mother bought and brought the gas then they both gave me Christmas in my hand in my sack a full bag of needy items quite probably the Candles given may have saved my natural life. Now they will remember me. Thank you Ladies for mye CHristmas Time. I only asked her for Candles when it was over I had a BAG of goodies from the MOther. The girl gave me some Money. So did the Mother I was carefull to tell them both about it so not to seem too greedy it was love at first site for them both. CHristmas given to the poor and the homeless CHarlaX. Happy CHirstmas in Durango.