Originally Posted by gemlady
No, I refuse to leave the gutter.
It's too much fun down here!
Jan, for some reason this reminded me of a little ditty I used to sing w/my dad when I was but a wee lass (I performed it onstage once w/him when I was 11 or 12, so I'd known it a while):
'Twas early in September,
as near as I remember,
while strolling home with a load of tipsy pride,
My feet began to stutter,
So I lay down in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Not a soul was I disturbing,
As I lay there by the curbing,
When a lady of gentry passed, I heard her say,
"You can tell a man who boozes,
By the company he chooses!!"
And the pig got up and slowly walked away!!!