Did I ever tell you that Dr. O'Shea(ve)
Had ninety-four squid, and he named them all Dave?
Well, he did. And that wasn't a smart thing to do.
You see, when he wants one, and calls out "Yoo-Hoo!
Come into the house, Dave!" he doesn't get one.
All twenty-three Daves of his come on the run!
This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves'
As you can imagine, with so many Daves.
And often he wishes that, when they were born,
He had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn.
And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm.
And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim.
Another one Putt-Putt. Another one Moon Face.
Another one Marvin O'Gravel Balloon Face.
And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate...
Sir Dr Ummmmm....., because she's been so positively horrid to you I shall do as you ask; we blokes have to stick together! What on Earth is the world coming to when we have to worry if what we say is offensive, inappropriate, or just a little bit naughty. Lads were born naughty - a different species you know ... and we shall not change for anyone! It has taken millions of years to perfect us; all shall not be undone by a member of the XX syndrome, in a couple of hastily written, pointed keystrokes! The nerve of the XX.
We are inflexible, united, a cohesive unit; rally the Y's and teach the TTF's of this world that they have no right to destoy hearts of other Ummmm's... everwhere, in this one big spatial and temporal continuum we call life.
I shall whip her good, then give her homework; she shall also do lines, 10,000 times, "I shall be nice to Sir Dr Ummmm......."
Before I found this website I always thought squid were monstrous hulking brutes intent on dragging sailors to their doom and forcing submarines to electrify their hulls. Thanks to TTF I now know these molluscs are actually quite cute....
....at least until they grow up, that is!
Seriously, congratulations on your squidlings and keeping them going!