who never changed his socks?

This is really a slippery slope we're headed down...

Moogtron III Senior Member Joined: April 26 2005 Location: Belgium Online Status: Offline Posts: 1829

Posted: December 23 2005 at 11:44 | IP Logged PA is a trendy site BTW, I change my sig as much as I change my socks. What's that funny smell  ?

If you recognize my avatar, you can tell that my alter ego never changes any of his clothes  . About the changing of socks: how low can you go: literally?

Never changing your socks is sort of an outlaws' dream, as you can see in Country Dick Montana's lyrics from The Big Rock Candy Mountains (by country rock group The Beat Farmers):

Big Rock Candy Mountains

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said "boys I'm not turning
"I'm headed for a land that's far away, beside the crystal fountains
"So come with me, we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains"

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright
Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey, too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoo
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks
I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Moogtron III wrote: If you recognize my avatar, you can tell that my alter ego never changes any of his clothes  . About the changing of socks: how low can you go: literally? Never changing your socks is sort of an outlaws' dream, as you can see in Country Dick Montana's lyrics from The Big Sock Candy Mountains (by country rock group The Beat Farmers): Big Sock Candy Mountains One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said "boys I'm not turning "I'm headed for a land that's far away, beside the crystal fountains "So come with me, we'll go and see the Big Sock Candy Mountains" In the Big Sock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings In the Big Sock Candy Mountains In the Big Sock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow In the Big Sock Candy Mountains In the Big Sock Candy Mountains you never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind There's a lake of stew and of whiskey, too You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoo In the Big Sock Candy Mountains In the Big Sock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day Where they hung the jerk that invented work In the Big Sock Candy Mountains I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Sock Candy Mountains

yeah...I see what you mean...

Moogtron III wrote: fandango wrote: Moogtron III wrote: I know. That's another resolution for 2006. Be glad that PA is only specialized in sights and sounds I had a saying as a teenager, which has served me very well ever since... "It's time to change your socks, when you can throw them at the wall and they stick" A friend of mine did that last week with the pasta he was boiling. "When you throw it against the wall, and it sticks against it, it's well-cooked." And that's exactly what he did, bon appetit  . People who have read this thread this far in good health must have a strong stomach

of course, if your friend was a student, he would then throw the pesto at the wall, onto the pasta, then chew it off... yummy...

Moogtron III wrote: fandango wrote: is she Italian by any chance....  I'm afraid not.

The City of Naples probably has the hottest women in Europe... unfortunately that also seems to describe their tempers, so such beauty is bought with a high price...

Moogtron III wrote: Naples doesn't have a volcanoe for nothing. That's why the Italians have volcanoes and we don't. It's the temper. Volcanic emotions.

yes very true, and both their potentially live volcanoes are in the south...

...where in Belgium are you from? 

BTW, I'm one of the few Brits who actually thinks Belgium is a cool place...

Moogtron III wrote: fandango wrote: yes, I'd much prefer an ugly old bag, on the basis that she gave me an easy life... The bluegirls have all gone away... in your dreams. To put it in Genesis-terms.

yeah...too true..

I've reached the stage in my life where I have realised I can't pull anything more than an ugly old bag, so I have to justify it to myself somehow....