I'm sorry I beat you to the punch line. I had never heard of that song until Don sung it once out-of-the-blue. I'm hoping there was a skeeter in our house and that's what initiated it. ;) Anyway, he said it was an old camp song. Hmmmm. His second verse wasn't the same as this version. His went: He's a munchin' and chewin' on that thing I use for screwin', There's a skeeter on my peter whack it off.
Nowww, I'm not quite sure what "camp" he was referring to but it must have been the same age as his 6th grade jokes. He had a VERY different childhood than I. Big Giggles.
It's good to know You and I were thinking on the same level! John Valbey is from your neck of the wood, aye? He's got a good sense of humor to sing this. He is defintely my sort of guy!! Great to see ya, as always! :) :)
This post was edited by Merlin at June 21, 2019 10:52 PM MDT
It was a few years ago and it was the guy that took my dog for a one way ride. I didn't just kick his butt - I worked him for a few minutes while telling him why I was beating on him and warning him it better not happen again. I eventually got my dog back and we lived happily ever after. Cheers and happy weekend!
This post was edited by Nanoose at June 22, 2019 12:18 AM MDT
The last fist fight I was involved in, was approx 16 years ago in the line of duty as a law enforcement officer. I was carrying out an eviction writ and was promised a fight by the occupant. I promised a trip to jail. He kept his word and I kept mine.
When I was a high school sophomore, 1967. One of the basketball players tried to sucker-punch me in the shower and I knocked him on his a**. He didn't realize this skinny little white kid was studying Karate.
This post was edited by Element 99 at June 22, 2019 12:19 AM MDT
It was back in the 3rd grade. I remember it very well. I didn't like John because he wasn't a good baseball player and he kept hanging around trying to play on our teams. I tried to run him off but he just defended himself; he didn't fight back at all so I quit pushing him. After that I thought, what a waste of effort that was. "John" (I think his name was) didn't go away.