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Thats freakin great! I used to do little diddies like that in HS. Just not that creative anymore I guess.

dig deep 4pack!! you can do it!

The thing is my mind is so sick and twisted, I probably would get the thread pulled, if I wrote one on here. Ha Ha Ha!

then you'd fit right in!!!

Can't be any worse than the one I wrote last night *evil grin* Already got in trouble on another forum today so I won't do it here, haha :)

chicken!! lol....you gotta try really hard to get in trouble on this one...

(QUOTE) Can't be any worse than the one I wrote last night *evil grin* Already got in trouble on another forum today so I won't do it here, haha :)(QUOTE) Whoaaaa evil grin and all......oh I have to see this :-0...I'll be waiting.........:-)

I like it its funny how you put them in the middle of a post whem the post is getting boring

Ok, this is off "topic" ahem.. but it's a cute song my husband wrote when I was frustrated with my GSD puppy, Ben, who is now 8 months old. It's in the tune of "Free Fallin'" by Tom Petty: :) She’s a good girl, loves her puppy loves large breeds and shepherds too She’s a good girl, crazy ‘bout Schutzhund loves tracking, and obedience too It’s a long day livin’ in her household there’s a damn squirrel runnin’ through the yard and I’m a bad boy, ‘cause I don’t even listen I’m a bad boy for chasin’ this car And I’m free, I’m free fallin’ All the Weimaraners hangin’ out in the dog park move best when I’m chasin’ their tails And all the bad boys go hump in the shadows As the good girls wish they’d had “first pick female” (repeat chorus) I wanna lie down over dead squirrel fragments I wanna write yellow things in the snow I wanna bite holes in daddy’s new blue jeans Gonna push this couple as far as they’ll go (repeat chorus)

Ok.... here's another one my husband wrote when we were suffering through potty training our beloved Ben: Shakespeare's Puppy (from Hamlet) To pee, or not to pee, that is the question Whether ‘tis nobler in the house to suffer The pangs and tingles of distended bladder Or to aim wee-wee against some things of Mommy’s And by irrigation, wet them. To pee, to whizz -- No poop -- and by a whizz to say we end The bladder-load and the thousand drops of urine That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To pee, to whizz; To whizz, perchance to stream. Ay, there’s the rub. For in the whizz of wee-wee what Mom may come When we have shuffled off this mortal potty, Must give us pause. There’s the respect That makes calamity of 14 weeks’ life. Here is Ben and his daddy, my husband Peter. http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g14/msklausler/?action=view¤t=DSCN1079.jpg