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Rob's Lounge
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I think it's time for a glass of red and a new battery! 
Oh yes please!
Life is good!
Life is good!
Looking at the label I can't decide whether to rate "like" or "funny"
Absolutely!
Perfect music @johan! So chilled out now I could go for a nap... but it's a bit too late for a nap... so coffee it is now!
Happy Halloween
Happy Halloween everyone 
IMHO she is still the hottest out of the entire cast
Agree, I will also turn red hot like that apple if she holds me like that
She will have to hold me tighter
Some appropriate Poetry reading for today in Rob's lounge:
Fat old witch - Leland Jacobs
The strangest sight
I've ever seen
Is a fat old witch
on a flying machine
The witch flew high
The witch flew low
The witch flew fast
The witch flew slow
The witch flew up
The witch flew down
She circled around the town
Then, turning left
and turning right
She disappeared into the night.
The fat old witch on a flying machine
Is the strangest sight I've ever seen
Of course it happened on Hallowe'en.
Fat old witch - Leland Jacobs
The strangest sight
I've ever seen
Is a fat old witch
on a flying machine
The witch flew high
The witch flew low
The witch flew fast
The witch flew slow
The witch flew up
The witch flew down
She circled around the town
Then, turning left
and turning right
She disappeared into the night.
The fat old witch on a flying machine
Is the strangest sight I've ever seen
Of course it happened on Hallowe'en.
A quick joke for the Lounge:
Paddy had been lashing (drinking) at his local pub all day and most of the night celebrating Hallowe'en. Mick, the bartender says; "You'll not be drinking anymore tonight Paddy ". Paddy replies; "OK Mick, I'll be on me way then" ... Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off - face plant on the floor. "Shoite" he says and pulls himself up.. He takes a step towards the door and another face plant. "Shoite, Shoite!"
He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself; that if he can just get to the door and some fresh. air he'll be cracking again. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up to the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalk and falls flat on his face again.
"Bi-gonners .... I'm fookin plastered.
He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door, hauls himself up the door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says "No fookin way" Crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says "I can make it to the bed". He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face.
The next morning, his wife, Maureen, comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Paddy. Did you have a wee-bit to drink last night?"
Paddy says, "I did, Maureen, I was fookin scuttered. But how'd you know?"
"Mick phoned ... you left your wheelchair at the pub."
Paddy had been lashing (drinking) at his local pub all day and most of the night celebrating Hallowe'en. Mick, the bartender says; "You'll not be drinking anymore tonight Paddy ". Paddy replies; "OK Mick, I'll be on me way then" ... Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off - face plant on the floor. "Shoite" he says and pulls himself up.. He takes a step towards the door and another face plant. "Shoite, Shoite!"
He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself; that if he can just get to the door and some fresh. air he'll be cracking again. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up to the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalk and falls flat on his face again.
"Bi-gonners .... I'm fookin plastered.
He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door, hauls himself up the door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says "No fookin way" Crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says "I can make it to the bed". He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face.
The next morning, his wife, Maureen, comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Paddy. Did you have a wee-bit to drink last night?"
Paddy says, "I did, Maureen, I was fookin scuttered. But how'd you know?"
"Mick phoned ... you left your wheelchair at the pub."
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