On Tue, 3 Mar 2009 22:23:47 -0500, "Cheryl"
> wrote:

>
>"modom (palindrome guy)" > wrote in message
.. .
>> On Mon, 02 Mar 2009 16:11:01 GMT, blake murphy
>> > wrote:
>>
>>>yes, but down in de meddy in an iddy biddy poo
>>>fwam two liddle fiddies an a mama fiddy too!
>>>
>> Ahem, I do believe it was fwee widdle fiddies dat fwam in that
>> particular ditty, Blake.
>
>Two widdle fiddies an a mama fiddy = fwee fiddies

Well that settles it: my ichtheo-ethnomusicological future is doomed,
and da widdle fiddies done it.

Floundering like this has left me desolate. The scale of my depression
is unmatched. My gills are green. Somebody just finish me, please.
Or send over a sturgeon for the pain. There's a pike in my belly; my
heart is charred with shame.

But sometimes the dark mood shifts and I can't just carp about it all.
Rays of rage well up inside till I have to knock somebody off his
perch just for the halibut, coddammit.

Damn dem, damn dose fiddies. An damn da mama fiddy, too.
--

modom

"modom (palindrome guy)" > wrote in message
...
> On Tue, 3 Mar 2009 22:23:47 -0500, "Cheryl"
> > wrote:
>
>>
>>"modom (palindrome guy)" > wrote in message
. ..
>>> On Mon, 02 Mar 2009 16:11:01 GMT, blake murphy
>>> > wrote:
>>>
>>>>yes, but down in de meddy in an iddy biddy poo
>>>>fwam two liddle fiddies an a mama fiddy too!
>>>>
>>> Ahem, I do believe it was fwee widdle fiddies dat fwam in that
>>> particular ditty, Blake.
>>
>>Two widdle fiddies an a mama fiddy = fwee fiddies
>
> Well that settles it: my ichtheo-ethnomusicological future is doomed,
> and da widdle fiddies done it.
>
> Floundering like this has left me desolate. The scale of my depression
> is unmatched. My gills are green. Somebody just finish me, please.
> Or send over a sturgeon for the pain. There's a pike in my belly; my
> heart is charred with shame.
>
> But sometimes the dark mood shifts and I can't just carp about it all.
> Rays of rage well up inside till I have to knock somebody off his
> perch just for the halibut, coddammit.
>
> Damn dem, damn dose fiddies. An damn da mama fiddy, too.
> --
>

I give it two fins up.

On Tue, 03 Mar 2009 23:06:07 -0600 in rec.food.cooking, "modom
(palindrome guy)" > wrote,
>Damn dem, damn dose fiddies. An damn da mama fiddy, too.

The fishes answered, with a grin,
'Why, what a temper you are in!'
I told them once, I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.
I took a kettle large and new,
Fit for the deed I had to do.
....

On Tue, 03 Mar 2009 22:08:16 -0800, David Harmon >
wrote:

>The fishes answered, with a grin,
>'Why, what a temper you are in!'
>I told them once, I told them twice:
>They would not listen to advice.
>I took a kettle large and new,
>Fit for the deed I had to do.

Now we know where Dr. Seuss got his inspirations.




--
I never worry about diets. The only carrots that
interest me are the number of carats in a diamond.

Mae West

On Tue, 03 Mar 2009 22:52:06 -0800 in rec.food.cooking, sf
> wrote,
>On Tue, 03 Mar 2009 22:08:16 -0800, David Harmon >
>wrote:
>
>>The fishes answered, with a grin,
>>'Why, what a temper you are in!'
>>I told them once, I told them twice:
>>They would not listen to advice.
>>I took a kettle large and new,
>>Fit for the deed I had to do.
>
>Now we know where Dr. Seuss got his inspirations.
>
>

I hope most people recognized the source.
It is Humpty Dumpty reciting in Through the Looking-Glass.

modom (palindrome guy) wrote:
> On Tue, 3 Mar 2009 22:23:47 -0500, "Cheryl"
> > wrote:
>
>
>> "modom (palindrome guy)" > wrote in message
>> ...
>>
>>> On Mon, 02 Mar 2009 16:11:01 GMT, blake murphy
>>> > wrote:
>>>
>>>
>>>> yes, but down in de meddy in an iddy biddy poo
>>>> fwam two liddle fiddies an a mama fiddy too!
>>>>
>>>>
>>> Ahem, I do believe it was fwee widdle fiddies dat fwam in that
>>> particular ditty, Blake.
>>>
>> Two widdle fiddies an a mama fiddy = fwee fiddies
>>
>
> Well that settles it: my ichtheo-ethnomusicological future is doomed,
> and da widdle fiddies done it.
>
> Floundering like this has left me desolate. The scale of my depression
> is unmatched. My gills are green. Somebody just finish me, please.
> Or send over a sturgeon for the pain. There's a pike in my belly; my
> heart is charred with shame.
>
> But sometimes the dark mood shifts and I can't just carp about it all.
> Rays of rage well up inside till I have to knock somebody off his
> perch just for the halibut, coddammit.
>
> Damn dem, damn dose fiddies. An damn da mama fiddy, too.
> --
>
> modom
>


ROFL!