The Constant Feelosopher

Desi is feelin' knotty this morn, so he's taking some potshots, starting off with this.
A paper ran in a Frontpage nu'es item the combo or compound word "more-superior".
A challengiA to thee, my constant ER, what's wrong with IT?
A moUrning pot shot, but what the hell, I paid RM1.20 to do IT!

The prize will go to the first to come back with the 'Rite Answer, but also must come close with this Revived Challengia which only one Prim'Rose made some passing comment.
You're arseking What ChallengiA? I also dunno -- suffering from early second childhoodism!:(

But here's one from Sweets, who has gone away from Blogging for intermittent Hiatus-es, OR is IT Hiati? as correspondent to Cacti for Cactus?

Desi is veery conscious of getting his English Prim&Proper because this Post is actually scheduled for Sundae, but for this weak, the wickend arrives early.

What's TIME but an apparatus to be used as a flexible parameter just to keep check of passing UPs and Downs. Okay, most times for most of us anyway -- see, no 'z" or Ass! -- travelling on even keel, twisted heels or not.

The way I'm going I don't think IF I forgot a day or 2 not taking my Athenolol OR Thernomin., I won't die in double quick TIME!Ooops, Atenolol (LOL!:) and Ternomin,Gotcha, Theels, Thank God, I'm steal alive, not still. ~~ A-min.


Okay, from Blogger @sweetspirits.blogspot.comin a delayed Email extraction, across the se7en seas: ~~~~~~~~

"I just thought i'd share the lyrics with you do Dolly Parton's song -- Coat of many colours, or colors as in US english hehe.

"Anyways when i was little my mum use to make my clothes and the song reminds me of that, in actual fact it does remind me of times when i knew i was poor in the sense of material needs not wants; Your basic items but thats not sad it's good because although i was poor the song reminded me that materialist things would not make me rich, in a certain sense..."

Salute to another Philosophic Mind ~~~

I've truncated -- BIG word hah? which means "cut" -- the Email extract here because it wanna maketh Desi cry. Like Anak Merdeka watching Hicks, oh, Man!

For Desi, it's not macho, mama-mia! mah, LOLs!

So let's hear IT out (or see IT?) from Da
Buxomy, bosomy, blossomy, Mama-me, whatever,
Desi's Knotty, nutty, blardy, blimey, wate'er~~~


Back through the years
I go wonderin’ once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn’t have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin’ every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn’t wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss

Chorus:

My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldn’t understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told ’em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn’t understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me

And in the spirit of Sweets, here's one JOKE:

Gal next door: I think the poorest people are the happiest.
Boy sext door : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple

Yesterday I teased thee with a Limerick.
***Entering childhoodism is a form of Escapism, like going to Da CineMAtheque to watch DVC. Also Life's a sort of Roller Coaster, with unequal doses of Hi and Lo.
When some mGf confide in Desi -- No, Desi is not going public with any of thy cuntfessions, they are safe in Desi's head, he still has got one placed firmly on his shoulders!:) -- he often replies with ~~~

Man Proposes, God Disposes.

Being knotty dan chicky today, Des has come UP, or isit Down? with this gem/coal:

Man proposes, God disposes, WOMAN EXPOSES.


Now, now, there you IMPatient women libbers: Don't throw the pies in Desi'S face *contorted now*, Nyet!:(

RATionale: It's always a woman who EXPOSES the folly of Da Average Man,
who often goes astray and lands up in DEBT, resorts to KIDnap;
then resorts to MURDER.

Helen, mui, mui ~~ Please pass me some pastries.
Yvy,the official TeaLady, or AM, the Unofficial TL, Quikky hand Desi many cuppa of your Cameronian teh tarik, kau kau, please.
The Post today ends here.

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For coming Sat's, Sun's, Mondane menutoo, read on, for Desi is feelin' knotty, chicky, and productive todie!:):):) So here's the Prescription for more humour, rumour, or sat-tire. Ratiuonale ~~ DEsi is goin' away for 3D HIATUS, remember?


***RE-enterring childhoodism,
LURVETER IS THE LUST MEDI-SIN:


We all enjoy jokes in our growing up years, and they are mainly delivered in prose, but when adulthood sets in, joviality often flies out of the window and solemnity takes its place. Charles B. Wang, in his advice to readers of his book, “Techno Vision II: Every Executive’s Guide to Understanding and Mastering Technology and the Internet”10(1994), said: “I am a life-long collector of jokes about IT (information technology) and business. Among my most important discoveries in running my company was the impact of humour – and the danger of telling jokes. What can I say? I like to live dangerously. If readers prefer to avoid all risk of offence, let them overlook these items.”

Also, in the spirit of Wang, oh Wang, which I pray I will get my fair share, despite Sweets' satisfaction of her state, not this mousey! Philosopher, my foot! Oh, someone please stop stamping on my kaki, Da Poor Twisted Heels:)


There was a young lady from Niger

Who smiled as she road (sic) on a tiger;

They returned from the ride

With the lady inside

And the smile on the face of the tiger.


Thanks to another bud', for following Jokes, Subtitled:
):STUPID QUESTIONS WITH THE SMART ANSWERS:(


BOY : May I hold your hand?
GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me!
BOY : You love me...

GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring?
BOY : Sure, what's your phone number?


BOY : I love you and I could die for you!
GIRL : How soon?


Gal, non-S : Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss?
Boy, Ass: I did once. She'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of her mouth.

Sisdar Helen, Theels, and Anak Merdeka,and all you Women Libbers Out of Here ~~ Take Special Note and BE CARREfool!:(
!

MAN1 : You remind me of the sea.
WOMAN1 : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?
MAN1 : NO, because you make me sick.

WIFE1 : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the other.
HUSBAND1 : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes out of the mouth.

>>
MARY : John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly. What do u think, Peter?
PETER : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.

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I think let's take a T-Bone Break here.
Dear ER, I hear some1 whisper: More, you want Amore?
The following Jokes may resemble some of my ER in real life; but don't hole
Desi IR-responsible, Desi Did NOT Start a Joke. The Bee Gees DID, remember?


J1:
Girlfriend : "...And are you sure you love me and no one else?"
Boyfriend : "Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again yesterday".

J2:
Teacher : " Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?"
Pupil : "The moon".
Teacher : "Why?"
Pupil : "The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the sun gives us light only in the day time when we don't need it".

J3:
Teacher : "What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?"
Pupil : "A teacher".


J4:
Lecturer: Howsy, breifly explain what's the difference between History and Current Affairs.
> Howsy: My father is so old that when he was in school, history was called current affairs.

>
J5:
Teacher : "SM, you talk a lot !"
SM : "It's a family tradition".
Teacher : "What do you mean?"
SM : "Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher".
Teacher : What about your mother?
SM : "She's a woman".

JS'X:

Tom : "How should I convey the news to my father that I've failed?"
David: "You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year's
performance repeated".

JSE7EN:

Desi : "What are the chances of my recovering doctor?"
Dr Kwek : "One hundred percent. Medical records show that nine out of ten people die of the disease you have. Yours is the tenth case I've treated. The others have all gone to H'aven".

J8:

Teacher : "Now, Helen, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?"
Helen : "No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook".


J9:

Teacher : " Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"
One Student : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day and at the same time"

J10:

Teacher : " George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry tree, but also admitted doing it.
Now do you know why his father didn't punish him ?"
One Student: " Because George still had the axe in is hand."

J11:

Waiter : "Would you like your coffee black?"
Customer : "What other colors do you have?"

Teacher : "Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him, what virtue would I be showing?"
AM : "Brotherly love".

J12: Teacher: Imran, why do you blog?
Imp: So I can talk cock which teacher cork'd up.
So I can say F..., the word that rhymes with Duck.
So I can be like TehSee, playing fore-, mid- post
and not suffer a heart attack even I forget to take my Atenolol. LOL!"

Teacher: And what is that LOLs sound at the end?
Imp: Everyone at Blogsworld does IT when you want to cuntvey laughter.
A li'l like canned laffer on TV, in case some dimwits like Teacher can't ketchUP!

PS: The kopilefts of the JOKES belong to no one that I no, as IT is transmitted like viruses around blogosphere by fe-mail at COB yesterday. If the characters resemble some of myGOoDfriends here, it's not of my doin'. I jest Kopi&paste. Pastries, anyone?

PPS: BUSINESS IS CLOSED FOR THREE DAYS FROM TOMORROW.
God Willing, Desi returns with a his wanton ways on Tuesday with Morrie; don't know about Howsy and Mimi ~~~
and all the rest of the Gang going on Hiatus,
No, I did not add Coitus! THat's profUn! which Teacher says KenKnot!

Bye, which means get read a Tehtarik sext Tuesday,
Because there's NO INTER:LUDE This Sundae:)


Now before I adjourn for my own HIATUS, among flowers, bloom-ing cactus
Wine, women and pong, this is my 3D Adieu song.

Stringing thee along, with a "Zip a dee doo dah day!"
Is that a refrain PRose, or Poetry?
You my ER, tell me -- almost a constant feelosofer
Now joining an almost constant gardner


My Dance

~ by Low Mei Heng ~


My heart is on fire

Burning with passionate desire.

My soul is in flight

Dancing through the night.

I live in the moment

Oblivious, all cares forgotten.

With wings on my feet

I float, I glide with the beat.

When I dance, my world is young

A spiritual nymph I become.

My world is pure and free

It is my mystical sense of reality.

Dancing is my spiritual journey

In search of that mysterious destiny.

Of sprightly leaps of faith and hope

Of graceful crests of warmth and love.

Dancing has been my salvation

My joy, my peace and my passion.

No words can express my exalted moment

That wondrous feeling of fulfilment.

Anak Merdeka, who steals flowers and veges from the Cameronian Highlands, but prepares Boo-Tea for Desi, so I won't report thee!:), says she has two left foot-foot; for her information only,
Desi the socialist has two kaki-kaki kanan. Will we maketh a fantastic au pair?
Howsy, Maverick SM,mGf: Don't get jeles, from Dar*t the femesFeelosofer.
Adieu to Awe, It's Not Goodebuy...