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Good grief...I don't even remember writing this! LMAO |
^^^^ Love it! That's great BIBI! :)
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Ok enough songs...
Time to line dance!!! :thumbs: :line: :line: |
:line: Hee :cboy: Hah!! :line:
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They are pretty light on their feet..........;) |
The Line Dance
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They are ... and in appreciation ... ======== THE LINE DANCE I took a walk a while ago, I wandered out there to the barn, I thought I heard a fiddle playing, And something like a song. There was a party there in progress, I heard clappin’ near the door, And I heard what sounded much like thunder, With feet stompin on the floor. Instead of just goin’ bargin’ in, To the window I did sneak, And when I looked, my jaw done dropped, At the sight I saw there when I peeked. The chickens were a scratchin’ A tune there on the wood, A bit like Achy-Breaky Heart … They sounded pretty good. A cow there in the corner Like a bass fiddle did she sound, While the bull there in the shadows, Was nuzzling up to the cow named Brown. The real sight was in the middle, Where a dance floor had taken shape. The sheep were there line dancing, Now that, friends, took the cake! There were baa-ing and a jumping, And their bottoms shook side to side, They’d make real sexy jestures, And they did it with tons of pride. They’d wiggle their pure white fannies, And they’d bump and grind in time, To the country song a playing, They looked just simply fine. A donkey in the corner, Would blare out a bold, “Hee Haw”, And the cows would moo and chew their cuds, While the goats would take a chaw. I got so immersed I couldn’t help it, So I hopped on through the door, And screamed in one loud voice, “Man, let’s please hear some more.” “Are you okay,” I heard the words, And I felt my shoulder shake, “Wake up, you’re having a real wild dream, And keepin’ me awake.” Twas Lulabelle, my sweet dear wife, She almost made me cream, Waking me like that, From my barn yard line dance dream. |
Excellent dicksbro!!!!! :D
Lulabelle :roflmao: |
Why, mamm, dem's real nice words. :D
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She'll be Ridin'
She’ll be riden’ on my fence pole when she cums,
She’ll be riden’ on my fence pole when she cums, She’ll be screamin’ while I’m creamin’ She’ll be moanin’ while I’m groanin’ She’ll be riden' on my fence pole when she cums. She’ll be blowin’ on my ol’ pipe when she cums, She’ll be blowin’ on my ol’ pipe when she cums, She’ll be lickin’, she’ll be ticklin’ She’ll be suckin’ when I’m buckin’ She’ll have me blowin’ when she’s blowin’ as she cums. Hee Haw! |
Ohhhhh, my pickup died
How will I survive now hum the rest! :) |
The Ol’ Earthquake Fault
The Ol’ Earthquake Fault
(To the tune of the Tennessee Waltz) I was thrustin’ in my darlin’ And was churnin' a big malt, When she pushed up to meet me, you see. And her pushin’ made it happen, And I filled her sweet canyon, And she screamed how she truly loved me. I remember the time, With my thrustin’ and flappin’, And I knew just how much seed I'd lost, Yep, a spoonful or a bit more, And the climax came crashin', It felt like a big earthquake fault. |
omg dicksbro....this thread is ALL yours my friend!!! :kisser:
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Go for it, BIBI, you can do better than me. :thumbs:
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