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" Do Re Mi Beer
By: Homer J. Simpson

DOUGH... The stuff that buys me beer.

RAY... The guy that sells me beer.

ME... The guy who drinks the beer

FAR... The distance to my beer.

SO... I think I'll have a beer.

LA... La la la la la la beer.

TEA... No thanks, I'm drinking beer.


That will bring us back to...

(Looking into an empty glass).... DOH ? "

Hope you liked this song I found - New-Year's Eve Tune, just in time to learn before the big night...Just remember the words!! Also....PLEASE!! Don't - Drive - Drunk or Let Your Friends get behind the wheel, show them you care!!

Department Stores Discover That, Um,.. Sex Sells

NewYorkTimes; "Men cluster to me like moths around a flame," Marlene Dietrich croons over the sound system in the lingerie department at Henri Bendel in New York. Encouraging customers to get into the mood, loose-limbed mannequins wield riding crops, and others flaunt black lace blindfolds and thongs so sheer they expose a wedge of explicit anatomy. In the store's windows, instead of the customary Santas and sprigs of mistletoe, there are a pair of mannequins, one draped in fox and little else, another crouching to show off her lacy white knickers. Induced passers-by to press in so closely that their breath fogged the glass. In a climate in which strip and burlesque shows have been revived as hip entertainment, it not surprising that retailers are flouting taboos of their own. "There was a time when if you wanted a garter belt, you would ask for it in a low tone. Now it's a thing that's out in the open, where grown men and children walk by. Visitors to Saks are greeted by store dummies sporting thongs beneath marabou bed jackets. A handful of shoppers do appear to take offense. Confronted by the central exhibit in the new 6,500-square-foot, seven-room lingerie department at Bendel's, some customers promptly spun on their heels and stalked out. Other customers seemed unfazed. As scholars point out, fetish-style corsetry, blindfolds, black stockings and peekaboo lace date back at least to the turn of the last century. By the 1920's, all these things were in place in the culture, and that just hasn't changed. So familiar are such items in women's arsenal of seduction, that they have become domesticated, Ms. Steele said. Women tell themselves, `We're playing with this naughty cliché. Big deal. So what?' The latest Bendel's innovation, to be unveiled in time for Valentine's Day, is Rykiel Woman, a boutique within the lingerie department conceived by Nathalie Rykiel, a daughter of Sonia Rykiel, the Parisian fashion legend. Ms. Rykiel plans to stock the shop with vibrating rubber ducks and lipstick tubes, displayed alongside cashmere loungewear and garter belts. That way the same woman who sells you a cashmere sweater can show you how a vibrator works, she said."

Well ladies I guess we don't have to be afraid to be nasty!! Because the world is saying play & have fun, but I don't know if I'm just to old fashion for this stuff? Don't get me wrong, my daughter talked me into buying one of those panties that have the thin strip up the butt!!... Well lets just say, I didn't like the feelings it was give my rear..LOL if you know what I mean, so least to say it was a waste of money and made the trash the first day..

Muslin - Men want tax- write off for extra Wife's

Ya right!! Forgive me but if men can get a tax break, just because he becomes a Muslins. Then women should be allowed to have more then "One Husband" Too!! I think alot of Woman out their would ARGEE!! Then maybe we would finally feel like things get done..In our homes & Bedroom...LOL
Sorry guys just had to reply to this..
Britain may grant tax breaks for 2nd wives.British tax officials are considering breaks for Muslims who are allowed as many as four wives under religious rules to make taxes more "family friendly." Existing laws allow deductions for only one wife for inheritance tax purposes but Muslim activists are asking Inland Revenue to relax therules, the Times of London reports. "Wives and immediate children should be exempt from inheritance tax," Ahmad Thomson, of the Association of Muslim Lawyers, told the Times. "If the government is family friendly, they should change a tax which is unfairly hitting minority religious values." British law currently bans marrying more than one spouse at a time and such action could result in bigamy charges. Muslim women with second-, third- and fourth-wife status are considered mistresses under the law and have no legal or tax rights."

Battle's on For - third 'Apprentice'

I & my sweetie have watched this show since the first one aired. And will probley be sitting right on the couch again, every Thursday like we have in the past when number -#3 starts, betting each other who will win!! I think this is the best reality show on TV...
news;"This time, it's about education and experience. With only high school diplomas in hand, street-smarts team Networth will battle book-smarts team Magna in various tasks involving companies such as Burger King, Home Depot, Domino's and Nescafe."Mark Burnett and I have decided to take the series into a new realm," Trump said in a statement. "We wanted to see what would happen if we pitted college grads against high school grads." The third season of The Apprentice premieres Jan. 20. There are some striking distinctions in the 18 cast members compared with the previous apprentices. There are more older candidates (the oldest is 41), more candidates with children (at least three are parents) and more candidates with real-estate experience."

Doctor's Looking At Street Drugs To Help Patients

I truly feel this a a good thing, if someone I loved was dying and wanted these drugs to help them I will probley help them if I could too!! Washington;"For some, the diagnosis comes out of the blue. For others, it arrives after a long battle. Either way, the news that death is just a few months away poses a daunting challenge for both doctor and patient. Drugs can ease pain and reduce anxiety, but what about the more profound issues that come with impending death? The wish to resolve lingering conflicts with family members. The longing to know, before it's too late, what it means to love, or what it meant to live. There is no medicine to address such dis-ease. Or is there? This month, the Food and Drug Administration gave the green light to a Harvard proposal to test the benefits of the illegal street drug known as "ecstasy" in patients diagnosed with severe anxiety related to advanced cancer. Has been referred to by psychiatrists as a drug especially good at putting people in touch with their emotions. Some believe it could help patients come to terms with the biggest emotional challenge of all: the end of life. The FDA's approval puts the study on track to become the first test of a psychedelic substance since 1963 at Harvard, where drug guru Timothy Leary lost his teaching privileges after using students in experiments with LSD and other hallucinogens. It also marks a milestone for a small but increasingly effective movement favoring a more open-minded attitude toward the therapeutic potential of psychedelic drugs, virtually all of which have been criminalized and disparaged for decades as medically useless. Already, being tested for its ability to reduce symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. Also studies are looking at the usefulness of magic mushrooms, in terminally ill cancer patients and in people with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Also hope to submit to the FDA an application to test psilocybin and LSD as treatments for cluster headaches. That would be a fitting birthday present for Albert Hofmann, the chemist who discovered both compounds while working for the Swiss drug company Sandoz and who turns 99 in January. Patients are being given psilocybin to see whether it can help them sort through emotional and spiritual issues. A "modest" dose of synthetic psilocybin, equivalent to two or three illicit mushrooms. They spend the next six hours or so in a comfortable setting with a psychiatrist, talking, thinking and sometimes listening to music with headphones. A 10-person study of psilocybin for obsessive-compulsive disorder. Also no complications in any of the five patients who have enrolled in his 20-person study for victims of violence struggling with post-traumatic stress disorder. This is not about hippy dippy Halpern trying to turn on the world. I'm not looking at this as a magic bullet," he said. "But for a lot of people, the anxiety about death is so tremendous that there is no way to get their arms around the problems. Widow of the author and metaphysical pioneer Aldous Huxley, said her husband asked for and she provided a dose of LSD as he lay dying in 1963. "He wanted to be aware, took a wide array of psychedelics in the weeks leading up to his death from cancer in 1996. Some suspect the drugs clouded rather than sharpened his perceptions, but he died with a positive attitude. "It's kind of interesting really," he said of dying, talking to a friend in his final days. "You should try it sometime."

Naughty children lose gifts to eBay

MAGNIFIES:"The kids were naughty, Dad put the presents on eBay instead of under the tree — and Mom’s been crying ever since, even the tree’s down morning was sure not to be very jolly for three brothers — 9, 11 and 15 — who didn’t straighten up when their father told them Santa wasn’t too pleased with their fighting, cuss words and obscene gestures. Dad and Mom had warned their sons that the Nintendo DS video system — and the three games that go with it — were headed for the auction block if they didn’t get their act together. “No kidding. Three undeserving boys have crossed the line. Tonight we sat down and showed them what they WILL NOT get for Christmas this year. I’ll be taking the tree down tomorrow,” the man announced in his eBay posting. “If you don’t buy them, we’ll return them to the store,” the seller known online as magumbo—2000 reported on the site. Thursday night, the auction wound down with bidding at $465.01 — below the price the man had set. He said he would probably list the items again. A very bad day A single day of particularly bad behavior set the Christmas crackdown in motion. “These are normally really good kids,” said Dad, who asked the Houston Chronicle not to reveal his name. Dad even admits he and Mom are partly to blame for being too lax at times. But enough was enough. The warning of an impending sale came earlier in the week at a sit-down between offspring and parents. “We told them they were destroying each other and the calm and peace in the household. It had to stop,” said the man, who did tell the paper that he works as an information technology specialist and lives in Pasadena. The boys pledged to be nice, but were back to their old ways the next morning. That night, Dad announced that he would indeed be putting $700 in video games up for sale on eBay. The oldest boy double-dared his dad to make good on his word. Son shouldn’t have done that Dad said Mom has been in tears since the showdown “I don’t do it outwardly,” he said, “but I’m crying on the inside.” I wish as a Parent I should of done this a few times, maybe it would show then, nothing in life is a sure thing...Merry Christmas to everyone hope your's is better then mine, as I have the crude again bad and a burned hand all wrapped up. And at this moment my two teenagers are learning how much work it take's to make a holiday meal! Will let you know how it turned out...Bye

No Santa Claus !!

I was web surfing and found this...As I read it I knew I had to share it with others...Merry Christmas Remember!..Don't forget those who have less then you, at this time..
I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go."Off we went to Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days."Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class.Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he had no coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down."Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."The nice lady smiled at me. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me Merry Christmas.That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons. (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it and placed it in her bible).Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers. Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going." I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his doorbell and flewback to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby. Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.I still have Grandma's Bible, with the coat's tag tucked inside: $19.95.