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Hi Corndog, glad you jumped on...how about a little intro...how did ya hear about the board?

Have fun and jump in where you see fit!! :D
 
Captain Morgan said:
you'll fit in just fine here. Remember this area of the forum gets a little wierd sometimes.
A little??? :ack: :smt046
 
Captain Morgan said:
you'll fit in just fine here. Remember this area of the forum gets a little wierd sometimes.

A "little" weird ???

Welcome corndog... theres even some good info here between the..er...discussions. Hope you've had your shots...
 
Captain Morgan said:
Seriously, do you guys think we may be scaring some folks off? I'd like to see this forum grow.
That's come up, Capt'n. 8) We're working on it...
 
well I don't think anyone's got their feeling hurt here (yet), but many may not know we're joking. We are joking, right? You guys aren't really homos?


Here a little ditty to sing while posting....



Salty Dog



Standing on the corner with the lowdown blues
A great big hole in the bottom of my shoes
Honey let me be your salty dog

Let me be your salty dog
Or I won't be your man at all
Honey let me be your salty dog

Look it here Sal, I know you
Run down stocking and a wore out shoe
Honey let me be your salty dog

Down in the wildwood sitting on a log
Finger on the trigger and an eye on the hog
Honey let me be your salty dog

Pulled the trigger and the gun set go
The shot fell over in Mexico
Honey let me be your salty dog
 
More of a Dooley fan myself Cappie.

As sang by the Dillards. But you already knew that. ;)

Dooley was a good old man, he lived below the mill.
Dooley had two daughters and a 40 gallon still.
One gal wathched the boiler, the other watched the spout,
and mama corked the bottles when old Dooley fetched them out.

[Chorus]
Dooley, slippin' up the holler, Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar,
Dooley, gimmee a swaller and I'll pay you back some day.

The revenuers came for him, a-slippin' thru the woods,
Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his goods.
Dooley was a trader when into town he come,
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton.

[Chorus]

I remember very well the day old Dooley died,
the women folk looked sorry and the men stood 'round and cried.
Now Dooley's on the mountain, he lies there all alone,
they put a jug beside him and a barrel for a stone.

[Chorus]
 
They "boys" are jokin ...aren't ya boys......


Don't worry about Corn. He can take it. Woody
 

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