Sticky Thread Game

@torunn said
@Great-Big-Stees
I stick to my question: what can you tell us about your new boat?

@great-big-stees said
I sent you a PM, in which I stuck my response to your inquiry. 🙂

@very-rusty said
LOL@ g-b-s.......I think she already knew if you sent the P.M., or did you want the rest of us to know you had let her know? 😉......LOL...
that is really sticking it to the rest of us. I for one will lose sleep over this for sure! 😉

-VR

@torunn said
I think he assumed that I was the only person here curious about this boat. He already knew that I always wanted a boat but never had one.

@very-rusty said
Ahhhhhhhh I see so he wasn't really trying to stick it to us after all. 😉 Do you need reminders that you've gotten a P.M.?

-VR

@torunn said
Well, he might have wanted to show that he didn't ignore my curiosity.

@torunn said
Well, he might have wanted to show that he didn't ignore my curiosity.

@very-rusty said
Fine we will stick with that one! 🙂

-VR

@kewpie said
This thread seems to have got stuck in the mud.

Mud, mud, glorious mud,
Nothing like mud for ....

Can anyone remember where that came from?

@great-big-stees said
Here let me stick in my "guess"...Betty Sue and the Swamp Swimmers? 🤔

@torunn said
I was thinking 'A horse, a horse - a kingdom for a horse' by Shakespeare. It bit farfetched, I suppose.

I once enjoyed sticking a few posts in here, but the thread gets stuck and loads too slowly.

@wolfe63 said
I once enjoyed sticking a few posts in here, but the thread gets stuck and loads too slowly.

Flanders: The very first of the animal songs. Some people think the title of this song is irrelevant. But it's not irrelephant, it's a hippopotamus!

Both: A bold hippopotamus was standing one day,
On the banks of the cool Shalimar.
He gazed at the bottom-as it peacefully lay,
By the light of the evening star.
Away on a hilltop sat combing her hair,
His fair hippopotami maid.
The hippopotamus was no ignoramus,
And sang her this sweet serenade:

Mud, mud, glorious mud,
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
So follow me, follow,
Down to the hollow,
And there let us wallow in glorious mud.

The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice,
From her seat on that hilltop above.
As she hadn't got-a-ma to give her advice,
Came tip-toeing down to her love.

Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound,
Of the song that they sang as they met.
His inamorata adjusted her garter,
And lifted her voice in duet:

Flanders: In Russian!

Swann: (Sings a line of the chorus in Russian)
(Sings a line of the chorus in Russian)
(Sings a line of the chorus in Russian)
Flanders: Follow me, follow!
Swann: (Sings a line of the chorus in Russian)
Flanders: Down to the hollow!
Swann: (Sings a line of the chorus in Russian)
Flanders: That will improve our cultural relations!
Both: Now more hippopotami began to convene,
On the banks of that river so wide.
I wonder, now, what-am-I to say of the scene,
That ensued by the Shalimar side?

They dived all at once with an ear-splitting splosh,
Then rose to the surface again.
A regular army of hippopotarmy,
All singing this haunting refrain:

Flanders: (To audience) That's you!

Everyone: Mud, mud, glorious mud,
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
So follow me, follow,
Flanders: Oh, that's lovely!
Everyone: Down to the hollow,
Flanders: Beautiful!
Everyone: And there let us wallow in glorious mud

Here it is - apparently from PlaySchool. And not a stick in sight.