"Raoul J. Xemblinosky"  wrote in message
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Woger W wrote:
> You might wake up some mornin'
> To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
> And if you're quick enough to rise
> You'll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow
> Out on the new horizon
> You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
> And if the sleep has left your ears
> You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow
>
> Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
> It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
> Across my dreams with nets of wonder
> I chase the bright elusive butterfly of Lloyd
>
> You might have heard my footsteps
> Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
> I might have even called your name
> As I ran screaming after something to believe in
> You might have seen me runnin'
> Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind
> If you remember something there
> That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin'
> (heh, heh, heh)
>
> Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
> It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
> Across my dreams with nets of wonder
> I chase the bright elusive butterfly of Lloyd
>
> -- Secwet Woger, 2004


Roger Wiseman's Greyhound Men's Room Band
(R. Xemblinosky/P. McCartney)

It was twenty years ago today,
Roger Wiseman forced the boys to be gay
He's been going in and outa their rears
And he's made them into ravin' queers.
So watch out or I'll force on you
The act we've hated all these years,
Roger Wiseman's Greyhound Men's Room Band.

   We're  Roger Wiseman's Greyhound Men's Room Band,
   Disciples of the Bucktoothed Choad,
   Roger Wiseman's Greyhound Men's Room Band,
   Sit back and watch us shoot a load.
   Roger Wiseman's Greyhound, Roger Wiseman's Greyhound,
   Roger Wiseman's Greyhound Men's Room Band.
   It's wonderful to be here,
   But Wiseman's full of crap,
   The dirty goddamn pederast:
   That fucker gave us syphilis,
   That fucker gave us clap.

I don't really want to stop the show,
But I thought you had all better know,
That Wiseman's going to play a song,
On a stickpin that he stuck through his schlong.
So let me introduce to you
The one and only Bucktoothed Choad
And Roger Wiseman's Greyhound Men's Room Band.





-- 

***The Sig File of HisAssholiness Raoul Xemblinosky***

   "I don't know if this person has done anything that would
    require his access to be cut, but it would doing a great
    service to usenet if it happened."


For obvious reasons known to all save Wussman, it would appear that Wussman
is still the laughingstock of Usenet.
Do you suppose he will ever retract his melon head from his rectum long
enough to realize it? Maybe that is why he can't hear what is being said
about him, but at least he manages to keep his ears warm.

(oh, wait...he can't get his head out...that extreme overbite of his has
caused his upper teeth to become firmly embedded in his sphincter..)