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Talking amongst ourselves in PM's and e-mails we have agreed about the number of great writers in the Ladie's lounge...

This should be easy for most of you since you always express yourselves so beautifully.

C'mon and give it a whirl...Here are 2 about our latest "fun" thread:

Our new friend from Cali is charming
Her name-switching game was alarming
I began very plain
Ended up "girdle brain"
My self-image is all that she's harming!
party

Zippy B has laughed since last Friday
The day she was named a "new way"
The name Zippy thrilled her
But Bubblesniffer almost killed her
The giggles may subside...someday.
laola

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By the time you learn how to play the game...
You can't play it anymore ~ Frank Howard
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Chill - Here's my attempt...

To the ladies who live far and near
On this website it’s perfectly clear,
Though we have other names,
something common remains,
It’s the Girdles who lead from the Rear!

Big Grin

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"Dear Pastor, Please say a prayer for our Little League team. We need God's help or a new pitcher. Thank you. Alexander. Age 10"
Chill ... this could be very dangerous, you know.

Here is my poetic endeavor:

The Zippys outnumber the Loopys,
Followed closely by Pinkys and Tooties.
But H-mom will bet,
If you haven't guessed yet,
There's more Girdles than Livers or Cooties.


H-mom
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
We learn a lot from crayons:
some are sharp; some are dull; some are pretty;
some have weird names; all are different colors.
And they all have to learn to live in the same box.
In Boston there lives Mrs HINEY
I've never been known to be WHINEY
But it seems we live with a CURSE
That makes loyal fans leave in a HEARSE
The cry can be heard "Wait till next YEAR
But its Torre and Jeter I FEAR

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
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AARRRGGGHH - I'm getting no work done today!!! Oh well, here's another:

When a Major League Player takes cuts,
We web posters fall into some ruts.
The guys check out their stance,
or the length of their pants,
while the Ladies are watching their

swings Cool

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"Dear Pastor, Please say a prayer for our Little League team. We need God's help or a new pitcher. Thank you. Alexander. Age 10"
I apologize in advance, it just spewed forth:
-Tootie Cootieface

As a first name Tootie's no Pearl
That sound's never come from this girl
But she lives with 4 boys
all who toot with great noise
which makes Tootie threaten to hurl.

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"People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring." Rogers Hornsby, Hall of Famer

Mrsbb,

I believe you are correct. According to "A History of the Cootiebutts" which I just received for a free trial offer, postage paid and 30-day money back guarantee, our common ancestor, Ewell B. Cootieface, travelled down to California in 19 and 34, scouting for his son's 7U select travel team. Apparently he was in search of a switch-hitting LHP who could also catch when necessary. The locals evidently gave it as their opinion that 'ole Ewell had one part of his anatomy inserted into another, and he became known as Ewell B. Cootiebutt. I believe George Steinbrenner may be a distant relative, but that has not been confirmed.

Regards to the northern kin

T. CB.
Well, Cootie TB...
I think that was money well spent! No doubt you'll won't be parting with that tome in the next 29 days!

Lest anyone think we cooties are trying to detour from the thread, I've summarized our ancestry:

CootieButts descended from old Ewell B
Exatly how remains a mystery
Though the facts aren't supported
It's been often purported
Some'Butts headed east to become Yankees

Sorry HotMama!!

thumb

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"People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring." Rogers Hornsby, Hall of Famer
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Beepers - Hilarious!! I'm enjoying the stories of the illustrious Cootiebutts. My maiden name is GizzardSniffer -- let me know if you run into any of them in your research. They're an old southern family from out Virginia way...

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"Dear Pastor, Please say a prayer for our Little League team. We need God's help or a new pitcher. Thank you. Alexander. Age 10"
URKMB...
Of course, we're watching their swings.
Our eyes are wide open!

I have a dear friend named Catchermom
She dried her son's uni with the car on
She spread it out well
Then drove fast as h.e.l.l
Pedestrians wonder "Where did she come from?"

PAMom has a really full plate
Wine tasting and theater to date
She flits here and there
But comes back...so beware gunsfiring
To moderate our "heated" debates

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By the time you learn how to play the game...
You can't play it anymore ~ Frank Howard
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