>Newsgroups: rec.humor.oracle.d
>From: "Richard Fitzpatrick" <fitz...@webone.NO.com.SPAM.au>
>Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2004 22:51:37 +1000
>Local: Wed, Jun 9 2004 12:51 pm
>Subject: Re: Baby talk.
>Y'know, Phil now will get a job as a garbage collector and, as a
>consequence, wear really smelly pants.
>
>Then he'll get the keys to his council flat.
>
>Then Josh will grow up and join a skiffle band.
>
>[You can see where this is going, can't you?]
>
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>%%
>"Oh, my old man's a dustman,
>'e wears a dustman's hat
>'e wears cor blimey trousers
>And 'e lives in a council flat."
>%%
>
></mode>
>
>--
>Richard, whose dull green Kampuchean loving ghoti found a police dog in its
>dustbin...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FseFAiUOyPU
Manda.
--
This is what we know, when you tell us of your fondest hopes and dreams for us: that your greatest wish is that one day we will cease to be, and strangers you can love will move in behind our faces.
Jim Sinclair, "Don't Mourn for Us",
http://autistics.selfip.org/dont_mourn.html