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December 8, 2008 by Maren 5 Comments

Are you familiar with Mad Gab? For those of you who may not know how to play, it is quite simple really. A phrase is provided to you. As written, the phrase makes no sense. You have to listen to what it says as you say the phrase quickly. The answer is what you HEAR, not what is actually written. Try repeating the phrase over and over until you hear what’s intended.

Here’s an example: Awe Haze Could Furl Half. Answer: Always Good for a laugh.
Another example: Height Whole Chews Ho. Answer: I told you so.
Another example: Noose Pay Per Heap Hoarder. Answer: Newspaper Reporter.

So here is where I am in need of your help. I have a friend that is getting ready for a Christmas party and is wanting to come up with Christmas Related Mad Gabs. Christmas songs are best, but it can be anything Christmas related too. They shouldn’t be TOO easy, but should be fun. Here are some that I have come up with for her:

#1 Upon deer of tap
#2 Lid Hulled Rumor Buoy
#3 Ole ole wean i’d
#4 Glow Raining Ex Celsius Day, Oh?
#5 Olive dolt hound dove bath laugh ham
#6 These amber tint tee fit
#7 Chad key knit wise

Hint: Five of them are Christmas songs, one is Christmas Related, and one is something santa does.

SO…NOW FOR THE FUN. FEEL FREE TO GUESS FROM MY LIST, AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE come up with some of your own! Your help is needed! Have fun!

To Educate You on Important Matters of Life.

December 4, 2008 by Maren 2 Comments

chawbacon • \CHAW-bay-kun\ • noun
definition: bumpkin, hick

Example Sentence:

Michael has been living in the city for almost a decade, but he’s still as much of a chawbacon as the day he left the farm. (JUST KIDDDDDING, MICHAEL. BTW: I had his permission to use that sentence because it’s not true…and he never was one, anyway.)

Did you know?

“Chaw” is an alteration of “chew” that is still used in some English dialects, especially in rural areas. Cured pork, or bacon, was a staple of some rural folks’ diets in the past. Since the 16th century, “chaw” has been combined with “bacon” to create a ludicrous name for an uncultured yokel. Over the centuries, the word has lent its delicious dialect flavor to a wide range of publications, but it has become less common in recent decades. Today, city dwellers are as likely as country folk to chow down on bacon, and the word “chawbacon” isn’t often on the lips of either group.

FROM M-W.COM

Monday November 24, 2008

November 24, 2008 by Maren 11 Comments

Thanks for those who added silly songs to my last post. I loved them! Anyone else who may have another one, please add! I love to read them.

I can’t tell if this man made a terrible accident or if he has serious issues? What’s your verdict?

Silly Songs with Maren

November 21, 2008 by Maren 8 Comments

I appreciate random kids songs. Many times I’ll have a random tune in my head that remains for days. I figured it would be fun to share some of them and hear back from anyone reading this who may have a childhood silly song to share.

A college friend once shared this with me from her childhood days. I found it humorous.

The Billboard Song:
As I was walking down the road
One bright and sunny day
I came upon a billboard
And much to my dismay,
The sign was torn and tattered
From the storm the night before;
The wind and rain had done it’s work,
And this is what it bore:

Smoke Coca-Cola cigarettes,
chew Wrigley Spearmint beer
Can-a-ration dog food makes your wife’s complexion clear
Simonize your baby with a Hershey’s candy bar
And Texaco’s the beauty cream that’s used by all the stars

Soooo…
Take your next vacation in your brand-new fridgidaire
Learn to play piano in your winter underwear
Doctors say that babies should smoke till they are three
And people over 65 should bathe in lipton tea
With flow-through tea baaaaaaags

From Boy Scouts via Ross:
Pink Pajamas
I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it’s hot.
I wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it’s not.
And sometime in the springtime and sometimes in the fall.
I jump right in between the sheets with nothing on at all.
Glory, glory, hallelujah;
Glory, glory, what’s it to ya.
Balmy breezes blowing through ya.
With nothing on at all.

From Girl Scouts:
Hunk of Tin:
I’m a little hunk of tin,
Nobody knows what shape I’m in,
I’ve got four wheels and a running board,
I’m not Chevy, and I’m no Ford,

Honk honk, rattle rattle, crash, beep beep
Honk honk, rattle rattle, crash, beep beep
Honk honk.

Now it’s time to share your crazy songs–just because I like them!

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