The Baroness' BallRoom Encore Encore Presentation....  

BaronessK 52F
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8/3/2006 8:59 am

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The Baroness' BallRoom Encore Encore Presentation....

The Baroness' Broadcasting Burea, by popular demand {and lazy Bitchness of last night} is pleased and proud to present for y'all's perusal yet another delightful sunset to sunrise {brain and server permitting} posting of pure pomposity and perversity and pickled pinkness, my picked on posters!

The views aired are not necessarily the opinions of those who are targeted, ahhhh, selected...except for magahee77 who sent our station the following testimonial:

"Me and Baroness go way back. I met her in 1970 and she stole my wallet and called me Susie. She's drinking my beer in her profile pic. I went to basic training in Anniston, Alabama just so i could be in the same state as her."


He claimed he HAD our back! I was not going for his wallet; I was trying to cop a feel...and I said, 'So, sue me'! I EARNED that beer...have him tell you what all disgustingly perverted things he made me do to get it, too! See, he's admitting he's been stalking my Baroness beauty for DECADES!

So, in our defense...HE STARTED IT!!

All right, lovely and loony listeners, since we're all running a bit late tonight, we'll go right into the programming with a 'wunnerful, wunnerful' song, just for the 'man of the minute', magahee77....

Magahee from Rod Stewart's Maggie May

Wake up magahee, we think we got something to say to you
Itís now into August and you really should be back at school
We know we keep you amused but we feel we're being used
Oh magahee we couldnít have tried any more
You lured us away from our blogs just to save you from being alone
You stole our posts and thatís what really hurt

The morning sun when itís in your face really shows your age
But that donít worry us none cause we know we locked your cage
We snorted at all of your jokes but our comments you had to coax
Oh, magahee we couldnít have tried any more
You lured us away from our blogs just to save you from being alone
You wrote more posts and thatís a pain we can do without

All we needed was a blogger to post now and again
But you turned into a goober and
Blooger what a bother, you wore us out
All you did was wreck us instead
And in the mornings kicked us in the head
Oh magahee we couldnít have cried anymore
You lured us away from our blogs ícause you didnít want to be alone
You drew bad art but you wouldn't leave us alone no matter what we tried

We think you should collect your books and get on back to school
Or steal an actor's cue and make a living out of playing the fool
Or find yourself a cartoon strip that needs to be a sunk ship
Oh magahee we wish weíd never seen your face
You made a first-class fool out of me
But Iím as blind as a fool can be
You stole my testimony virginity and I despise you anyway

Magahee we wish we'd never seen your face
We'll send you on back home one of these days


Well, wonderful lazy listening wasn't that, you fine folks? Up next, funintheday just won't go away so we decided to flay and we're just going to have to play....

I Guess That's Why They Call Him Bad Goo from Elton John's I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues

Don't you wish you'd looked away
Can't look at Nemo like it's not sushi
Between you and me I can honestly say
That things will only get sicker

And while I'm away
Keep him locked up inside
And it won't be long before you and me run
To the place in our town where the cops reside

And I guess that's why they call him Bad Goo
Time on his hands should be time spent in the loo
Whinging git slacker, fun time is over
Rolling past blunders, everyone else he bothers
And I guess that's why they call him Bad Goo

Just stare into space
Picture him locked up in bands
Wince for each second he blathers
And never forget he's a ham

Wail on him girls
Hide in the night it won't help
But more than ever he ponces on you
More than he can do Nemo itself

And I guess that's why they call him Bad Goo
Time on his hands should be time spent in the loo
Whinging git slacker, fun time is over
Rolling past blunders everyone else he bothers
And I guess that's why they call him Bad Goo

Wail on him girls
Hide in the night it won't help
But more than ever he ponces on you
More than he can do Nemo itself

And I guess that's why they call him Bad Goo
Time on his hands (time on his hands) should be time spent in the loo
Rolling past blunders {rolling past blunders}, everyone else he bothers

Rolling past blunders, everyone else he bothers
And I guess that's why they call him Bad Goo
Rolling past blunders, everyone else he bothers, everyone else he bothers
And I guess that's why they call him Bad Goo
And I guess that's why they call him Bad Goo


Wasn't that just...just so...goodly gooey, guys and dolls? We will be right back, after this quick little presentation of one of our most requested ditties...! {Management has to take care of a little, ahem, upcoming threat!}

You're a mean one, Mr. Day
You really just won't deal
You're as cuddly as PM Blair, you're as charming as a bad deal, Mr. Day
You're a bad punster with amazing lack of appeal!
You're a poncer, Mr. Day
Your mind's an empty hole
Your brain is full of one liners, you've got havoc in your soul, Mr. Day
I wouldn't touch Nemo with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a riled one, Mr. Day
You have testes in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick necrophile, Mr. Day
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick necrophile!

You're a rotter, Mr. Day
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Day
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

You nauseate me, Mr. Day
With a nauseous super "naus"!
You're a crooked dirty flunky and you drive a crooked post, Mr. Day
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch
You're a nasty wasty skunk
Your blog is full of unwashed thoughts, your spelling is full of gunk, Mr. Day
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk"!


Allrighty, insomnia-inspired interested ones, what we have for you now is by way of John Farnham for WordSmith2004....

Wordsmithing
The chance to turn pages over
He can write what he wants to write
He's gotta make thoughts clear before he gets much older
We're all someone's daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
only through a blog post not one on one?

Wordsmithing the voice try and understand it
Making a post and make your blog clear
Whoa oh oh
He's not gonna live in silence
He's not up for Drama gear
Whoa oh oh

This time
He knows we all can stand together
We have the power to be powerful
Believing we can comment on it better
We're all someone's daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
only through a blog post not one on one?

Wordsmithing the voice try and understand it
Making a post and make your blog clear
Whoa oh oh
He's not gonna live in silence
He's not up for Drama gear
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh


Wowza, oh wow, wasn't that just tittilatingly tempting tease? We're going to up the pace even more, yes we are, thanks to Kermit the Frog wondering about LustyTaurus....

Why are there so many songs about Lusty Taurus
And what's on the other side?
Lusty Taurus' a vision, but only illusions
so why does Lusty Taurus turn to hide?
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see --
Someday we'll find it, the Lusty Taurus projection;
The bloggers, commenters and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
When wished by the morning poster?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it
And look what he's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the Lusty Taurus projection;
The bloggers, commenters and me.

All of us under his spell
We know that it's probably tragic....
Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices?
I've heard him calling my name.
Is this the siren sound that calls the maiden bloggers?
The voice must be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it.
It's something that I'm s'posed to see.
Someday we'll find it, the Lusty Taurus projection;
The bloggers, commenters, and me.


It's not hard to lust after Lusty, is it our lovely lady listeners? And speaking of princes among men, our next presentation coming right up is for ComplexlySimple so sit back and let the sounds slide in....

Cubby, won't you be
her lovin' teddy bear
put a chain around her heart
and lead it everywhere
Oh let her see
her cubby bear
her teddy bear
Baby, let her be
around you every night
run her fingers through your hair
and cubble her real tight
Oh, won't you be
her teddy bear
She really wants a tiger
cause some tigers don't play rough
She could want a mannish lion
cause some lions can be the kind
who can love enough
She really wants a tiger
cause some tigers don't play rough
She might want a real rhino
cause you're really not that gruff
She could want to have a cheetah
cause some cheetahs are up to snuff
She could want a mannish lion
cause some lions can be the kind
who can love enough
Oh now Cubby let her be
around your cage tonight
wrap your lock around her key
and turn it round just right
Oh let her see her cubby bear
Oh can't you be her teddy bear
Oh cubby, teddy bear


To wrap up tonight's Encore Encore Presentation, we all would like you to swing to the beat of an oldie but greaty called brute472 {the brute who's a hoot} with a jumpin' but mellow melodious melody....

He was a famous player man from out New Zealand way.
He had a boogie style that no one else could play.
He was the top man at his craft,
but then his number came up and he was gone with the daft.
He's into blogging now. He's writing from memory.
He's the boogie Kiwi bloggin' man from old New Z.

They made him write a post to show us what kind of man.
It really brought him down because the site put it on ban.
MzHuny still always understands,
because the next day she went out and rounded up his fans.
And now all bloggers read when he writes his memories.
He's the boogie Kiwi bloggin' man from old New Z.

A host, a post, a bloggin' blogger he's a hoot.
He writes it late to be posted in bloggin rhythm.
He can't write any better unless some fine lass inspires him.
And all bloggers read when he writes his memories.
He's the boogie Kiwi bloggin' man from old New Z.

He is some boogie Kiwi bloggin' man from old New Z.
And when he writes his boogie Kiwi bloggin'
he is as busy as a busy bee.
And when he writes he makes the bloggers read eight to the noggin'.
He's the boogie Kiwi bloggin' man from old New Z.

He soothes the girls to sleep with boogie every night
and wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright.
They clap their hands and stamp their feet,
'cause they know how it goes when someone gives off that kind of heat.
Woah, woah, he wakes 'em up when he writes memories,
The boogie Kiwi bloggin' man from old New Z.
And all the bloggers read when he writes his memories.
He's the boogie Kiwi bloggin' man from old New Z.


That was a bee's knees and cat's pajamas blast from the past {much like the Baroness' Broadcasting Bureau's sanity}! We hope you once again enjoyed the inane insaneness that only our owner, Baroness K, can bring y'all's way.

Please send any comments, complaints, cracks, and/or exploding device straight to our administrative offices, NOT the station; we will see that the correct parties receive y'all's interested {possible irrationally insane} intentions!

"Say, 'Goodnight.', Gracie."
"Goodnight, Gracie!"

The Baroness' Broadcasting Bureau's BallRoom Encore Encore Presentation has now ended. Up next...we reluctantly present an Editorial by our management. You may wish to change your radio and ethernet dials at this time. Thank you for listening....


BaronessK 52F

8/3/2006 12:00 pm

    Quoting magahee77:
    I liked it until you messed with my artwork
Now, mags, ya know the rules...when weapons have extra ammo...spray, spray, spray! {Besides, you know I'm just jealous...I can't even TRACE a drawing! }


brute472 74M
3480 posts
8/3/2006 10:36 pm

Thanks hun but now I need you to record it for me so I can play it on my radio show of a Sunday night.
I do a two hour show playing only music before 1979 but in this case I'll make an exception.


funintheday2006 56M
9659 posts
8/4/2006 1:48 am

BAD GOO
THE BEST YOU CAN DO
pathetic

CHECK OUT MY BLOG FOR TWAT OUT OF HELL


BaronessK 52F

8/4/2006 3:22 am

    Quoting brute472:
    Thanks hun but now I need you to record it for me so I can play it on my radio show of a Sunday night.
    I do a two hour show playing only music before 1979 but in this case I'll make an exception.
brute, babe, I would be normally be happy to help you out...BUT...I am very reproductively tone deaf, i.e. my singing voice can make a trained attack dog roll over and cringe!

Just give the words to some lovely vixen-voiced thing and let her sing her stuff, okay?


I am glad you liked it; I thought it was rather the best one of the lot, really, in how it turned out!


BaronessK 52F

8/4/2006 4:04 am

    Quoting funintheday2006:
    BAD GOO
    THE BEST YOU CAN DO
    pathetic

    CHECK OUT MY BLOG FOR TWAT OUT OF HELL

Hey, I DID YOU TWICE...APPRECIATE! I also did You're a mean one, Mister Day, so nah! BTW, I did check it out...and...You're a mean one, Mister Day!

I am soooo hot for you right now I can't stand it...or maybe menopause?


complexlysimple 34M

8/4/2006 3:49 pm

...not sure what elee to do .. I think my theme song just go lyrics ...


BaronessK 52F

8/4/2006 9:23 pm

    Quoting complexlysimple:
    ...not sure what elee to do .. I think my theme song just go lyrics ...
Ah, now cubbykins...it was a good try by me!


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