The Dino-Aspie Cafe (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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never knew it had a name

...Turn on the spigot
Pour the beer and swig it
And gaudeamus igitur!

- Tom Lehrer, "The College Song"

Always wondered how that was spelled!

...Soon we'll be out
Amid the cold world's strife
Soon we'll be sliding down
The razor blade of life...

Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes every Sunday a treat for me.

All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Every Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.

When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Everything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.

So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel* or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment,
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strych'nine
We feed to a pigeon.
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park.

* In 1998, Lehrer performed this song as part of a one-off show devoted to Sir Cameron Mackintosh, and substituted "sparrow" for "squirrel"

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.

Let our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say it's me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.

At your command
Before you here I stand,
My heart is in my hand...
Yeech!
It's here that I must be.

My heart entreats,
Just hear those savage beats,
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me.

Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany,
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony.
My soul is on fire,
It's aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire when we tango.

You caught my nose
In your left castanet, love,
I can feel the pain yet, love,
Ev'ry time I hear drums.

And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, love,
With the thorns underneath, love,
Sticking into your gums.

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches.
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash
That you made with your lash,
As we danced to the Masochism Tango.

Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say we'll never part.

I know too well
I'm underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart... [hiccup]
'Scuse me!

Take your cigarette from its holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that you're mine,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.

please don't quote the whole damned song. . .

*studying* (as you notice )

Drinking my coffee and getting ready to go on that interminable flight. I hope they have in flight movies I can buy to pass the time. So, I got all the way to the point where the Sociopath kidnapped Sylvie's best friend to lure her in. He called her, she went dashing off to save her friend and .... to be continued. LOL I had to go to bed.

Sylvie by the way is one of the Aspie heroines. Her plan is to take off the long and winding serpentine bracelet she has and using the head and tail which are deliberately a little larger and very strong, she will twist it while on the sociopath's neck, cutting off his oxygen and killing him with her own bracelet.


Never underestimate the usefulness of a girl's jewelry.

Well, I can't quit you baby, but I got to put you down for awhile
Well, you know, I can't quit you baby, but I got to put you down for awhile
Well, you know, you messed up my happy home baby,
made me mistreat my only child
Yes, you know I love you, baby, my love for you I'll never hide
Oh, you know I love you, baby, my love for you I'll never hide
Yes, you know I love you, baby, well you just my ordered size

Well, I'm so tired I could cry, I could just lay down and die
Oh, I'm so tired I could cry, I could just lay down and die
Yes, you know you my only darling, you know you my desire
When you hear me moaning and groaning,
you know it hurts me deep down inside
Oh, when you hear me moaning and groaning,
you know it hurts me deep down inside
When you hear me holler , baby, oh, you know your my desire

Although Led Zeppelin made this song famous, I first heard Otis Rush's version, which is the one that moves me.

Where are you going, Zanne?

Does the title of this forum imply that adult discussions in other forums are shallow?

Watching the Kentucky Derby with the Queen right now. . .


Merle

Arrgh! I lost my temper on the parent's forum. I am debating whether or not to delete it, but I think it needs to be said:

http://www.wrongplanet.net/modules.php? ... 5&start=15

Serious, THAT is why I stay away from that forum.
I feel what you said NEEDED to be said.
Back when I attended AA meetings, it was put thusly:"There are those people who are spreading the hope, and those who are spreading despair."

If ya ain't part of the solution, better take a long look in the mirror.