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  1. #6
    Registrierter Benutzer Avatar von Ruediger
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    Original geschrieben von Sani
    *hinsetz* .... *Füssehochleg* .... *geniess*
    Hallo Sani,

    Hast Du noch eine lecker Zigarre in Griffweite?
    "Das Leben ist ziemlich schnell vorbei.
    Wenn man nicht ab und zu stehen bleibt und sich umschaut, könnte man es verpassen"



  2. #7
    auf dem Boden der Tatsachen Avatar von RS-USER-Sani
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    na klaro... Humidor steht am Eingang.....
    Nur die Sache ist verloren, die man selbst aufgibt.
    Gotthold Ephraim Lessing



  3. #8
    Honi soit qui mal y pense
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    SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS

    As I went home on a Monday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
    I saw a horse outside the door where my ould horse should be,
    Well I called me wife and I said to her,
    Will you kindly tell to me,
    Who owns that horse outside the door where my ould horse should be?
    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly ould fool, and still you cannot see,
    That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me,
    Well it's many a day I travelled a hundred miles or more,
    But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before.

    And as I went home on a Tuesday night,
    As drunk as drunk could be,
    I saw a coat behind the door where my ould coat should be,
    Well I called me wife and I said to her,
    Will you kindly tell to me,
    Who owns the coat behind the door where my ould coat should be?
    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly ould fool, and still you cannot see,
    That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me,
    Well it's many a day I travelled a hundred miles or more,
    But buttons on a blanket sure I never saw before.

    And as I went home on a Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
    I saw a pipe upon the chair where my ould pipe should be,
    Well I called me wife and I said to her,
    Will you kindly tell to me,
    Who owns the pipe upon the chair where my ould pipe should be?
    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly ould fool, and still you cannot see,
    That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me,
    Well it's many a day I travelled a hundred miles or more,
    But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before.

    As I came home on a Thursday night,
    As drunk as drunk could be,
    I saw two boots beneath the bed where my ould boots should be,
    Well I called me wife and I said to her,
    Will you kindly tell to me,
    Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my ould boots should be?
    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly ould fool,
    And still you cannot see,
    They're two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me,
    Well it's many a day I travelled a hundred miles or more,
    But laces in geranium pots sure I never saw before.

    And as I went home on a Friday night,
    As drunk as drunk could be,
    I saw a head inside the bed where my ould head should be,
    Well I called me wife and I said to her,
    Will you kindly tell to me,
    Who owns that head with you in the bed where my ould head should be?
    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly ould fool, and still you cannot see,
    That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me,
    Well it's many a day I travelled a hundred miles or more,
    But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before.
    Wer lächelt, wenn etwas schiefgeht, kennt jemanden, den er dafür verantwortlich machen kann...



  4. #9
    Honi soit qui mal y pense
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    THE OLD ALARM CLOCK

    When first I came to London in the year of fourty-nine,
    The city looked so wonderful and the girls were so divine,
    But the coppers got suspicious and they soon gave me the knock:
    I was charged with being the owner of an old alarm clock.

    Oh next morning down by Barber street I caused no little stir,
    The IRA were busy and the telephones did burr,
    Said the judge "I'm going to charge you with the possession of this machine
    And I'm also going to charge you with the wearing of the green."

    Now says I to him "Your honor, if you'll give me half a chance,
    I'll show you how me small machine can make the peelers dance:
    It ticks away politely till you get an awful shock
    And it ticks away the gelignite in me old alarm clock."

    Said the judge "Now listen here, my man, and I'll tell you of our plan,
    For you and all your countrymen I do not give a damn
    The only time you'll take is mine ten years in Dartmoor dock-
    And you can count it by the ticking of your old alarm clock.

    Now this lonely Dartmoor city would put many in the jigs,
    The cell it isn't pretty and it isn't very big.
    Sure I'd long ago have left the place if I had only got
    Ah, me couple of sticks of gelignite and me old alarm clock.
    Wer lächelt, wenn etwas schiefgeht, kennt jemanden, den er dafür verantwortlich machen kann...



  5. #10
    NEFrologe in spe Avatar von RS-USER-Defi Brillator
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    As I walked by the the dockside so fair,
    To view the saltwater an take the sea air,
    I heard an old fisherman singing a song,
    Won't you take me away, boys, my time is not long.

    Chorus:
    Wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper,
    No more on the docks I'll be seen
    Just tell me ol' shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
    And I'll see you some day in Fiddler's Green

    Now Fiddler's Green is a place I heard tell
    Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell
    Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
    And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.

    Chorus: ...

    When you get on the docks and the long trip is through,
    There's Pubs and there's Clubs and there's lassies there, too
    Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is free
    And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree


    Chorus:

    Now, I don't want nor a halo, not mee
    Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
    I'll play me ol' squeeze-box as we sail along
    With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song.

    Chorus:
    Lovely day for a GUINNESS !



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