'Just when I think that I have heard it all'
FEBRUARY 17, 1981
Just when I think that I have heard it all, up they come with another antic . mud wrestling. According to accounts in the newspapers and on television, this latest nightclub craze takes place in a pit filled with watered down clay. The wrestlers, both men and women, jump into Bivirkninger this mess, wearing bathing suits and shorts and proceed to wallow around in it until they are a sight to behold.
Unlike mudslinging, which is revived with every provincial and federal election, mud wrestling is a craze which, like swallowing goldfish or "4-chlorodehydromethyltestosterone Ireland" sitting on flagpoles, will eventually be read "büyüme hormonu eczane fiyatı" about in the past tense.
But, I just know that off in a remote corner of a modern hog barn, three or four old boars will be sitting on their pork chops grunting themselves into hysterics because human beings have adopted a pastime started by their ancestors back in the days when pigs had the Comprar Levitra freedom of the barnyard and could roll in a mud hole during the dog days of August.
Yep! It takes all kinds of antics to appeal to all kinds of people and it takes all kinds of spectators to keep all kinds of antics flourishing!
Some ministers are protesting the mud wrestling craze, but all this really does is to focus still more attention on what really is a pretty dumb form of entertainment. Like every other antic, mud wrestling will ho hum its way into oblivion.
For example . whoever hears of "streaking" anymore?Perhaps it's a sign of middle age, but I find the words to many Comprar Gh Jintropin of today's songs to be cheerless and repetitious. I believe Deca Durabolin Blood Pressure many of these songs are "spot composed" meaning they are composed as the singer stands on the spot, mike in hand, strumming his guitar and spilling whatever crosses his vocal chords. The other day I watched a program in which the youthful singer, his face one great wrinkle of anguish (another trait common to today's singer) sobbed out "now I take the bitter with the sweet . you were the only girl to knock me off my feet . how can it be . there's no more you and me," and then went on to sing another song which reminded me of when we used to say. now we'll sing the second verse . too many stories . too many heartbreaking songs . when nobody's right and nobody's wrong."
I switched off the television and decided to write my own song to the tune of "There's a Long, Long Trail a Winding."
There's a long, long cobweb hanging.
Above the window in my room,
And it's wrapped itself around the drape,
To avoid my broom.
There's a long, long reach before 4-Chlorodehydromethyltestosterone Opis me,
If I don't stand on a chair
But if I do, I know I'll fall
In co operation with Helen Barker's family, The Beacon Anavar For Sale Philippines Herald is republishing a selection of her columns. Helen, who wrote her column On My Mind for over 35 years, died in 2005.