Hhehee, remember something of yours playing tootsies before ... if this is the same but coloured, I repeat *giggle* great idea and add like the colours!
That's why the house looks so messy when i come home at the end of the day...the tables and chairs have been fooling around! I should have guessed... Very funny!
I was about to say that, about the non-committed chair. But I guess we have to excuse him, he is afraid the table might spill all that hot coffee over him if they go any further. (My poor chair has had that traumatic experience...) Fun!
Thankyou everyone, great commenting. As for me, here's a 'Collapsed comment'. Did anyone notice that the lightbulb is jealous and is playing gooseberry?
It all brings to mind a song called "Sigmund's Crazy Couch" wot I wrote. Here it is in its entirety:
Sigmund Freud, never lay on my couch That’s a fact, for which I can vouch And neither did you, neither did you You just sat there, looking through, me----- The door was stopped open, with a wooden wedge You just sat there gingerly, on the edge Sigmund Freud, was overjoyed, To see me, again.
Sigmund Freud, used to analyse Until one day he, got such a surprise There was no-one there, no-one there at all Half opened door, showed the empty hall He thought he was crazy, until he realised It was his couch that was spilling its mind
Sigmund Freud’s couch on, which I used to lie, Had caught my neurosis, and started to sigh: Sigmund Freud, I’m so annoyed At my Dad, he is a divan, My Mum is a sofa, I really fancy her. Is this wrong? Sigmund tell me Oh how long, have I wanted To ask you, for your advice – Why should furniture, suffer in silence, Oh please tell me, that would be nice.
Sigmund’s couch is crazier than you/me/him/anyone at all.
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I remember liking this one before - its got interesting colours now too! very atmospheric.
I like this. Seems like the table has some kind of hanky panky with the chair :-)) Good work !
Hhehee, remember something of yours playing tootsies before ... if this is the same but coloured, I repeat *giggle* great idea and add like the colours!
I always wondered what the furniture did when I was gone. Great stuff.
love
lol, i'm strangely aroused.
That's why the house looks so messy when i come home at the end of the day...the tables and chairs have been fooling around! I should have guessed... Very funny!
Very funny! *G*
I was about to say that, about the non-committed chair. But I guess we have to excuse him, he is afraid the table might spill all that hot coffee over him if they go any further. (My poor chair has had that traumatic experience...)
Fun!
the interragation room
where did you leave the keys
on the dresser
they are not there...
well then sit down and have a cup of coffee
nicely done
Thankyou everyone, great commenting. As for me, here's a 'Collapsed comment'. Did anyone notice that the lightbulb is jealous and is playing gooseberry?
It all brings to mind a song called "Sigmund's Crazy Couch" wot I wrote. Here it is in its entirety:
Sigmund Freud, never lay on my couch
That’s a fact, for which I can vouch
And neither did you, neither did you
You just sat there, looking through, me-----
The door was stopped open, with a wooden wedge
You just sat there gingerly, on the edge
Sigmund Freud, was overjoyed,
To see me, again.
Sigmund Freud, used to analyse
Until one day he, got such a surprise
There was no-one there, no-one there at all
Half opened door, showed the empty hall
He thought he was crazy, until he realised
It was his couch that was spilling its mind
Sigmund Freud’s couch on, which I used to lie,
Had caught my neurosis, and started to sigh:
Sigmund Freud, I’m so annoyed
At my Dad, he is a divan, My Mum is a sofa, I really fancy her.
Is this wrong? Sigmund tell me
Oh how long, have I wanted
To ask you, for your advice –
Why should furniture, suffer in silence,
Oh please tell me, that would be nice.
Sigmund’s couch is crazier than you/me/him/anyone at all.
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