Wtf...huh?
Wtf...huh?
Apparently, he was cougar hunting but his "license to kill" was out of date and his plans were interrupted by a game warden at one of the local watering holes. You know what they say about "the best laid plans . . ."
Oh! In case you don't know . . . =)
To a Mouse
By Robert Burns
On Turning up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!
I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss ’t!
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.
That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!
But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
In addition to "the best laid plans" I suppose it could also refer to "the best planned lays" . . ? =)
I've been meaning to suggest West Elm in this thread. Hot mom central. Just stay away from the ones with big rocks on their fingers...which is most of them. OK, nevermind...
This one worked pretty good, on the north side of Boulder, CO--back when I, too, was drinkin' on a fake ID.
I'm not sure how it would play today. On account of there aren't too many jukeboxes left.
Plus, I could play guitar and sing. =)
Maybe Friends and Cousins could make a deal? =)
Especially if the aged lass in question ain't inta ancient Scottish Gardening? Eh? Laddie? =)
Confession: I got "The Clap" once. From a so-called Nurse.
Confession: I got "The Crabs" once. From sleeping on a couch shared by "folks like that".
Confession: So far, no AIDs or Ebola. =)
PS: Have fun and enjoy the journey through "The Jungle". =)
btw: if you can convince a "cougar" to trade the rock on her finger for a quarter to drop in the jukebox, whatever you do, don't play B-17 . . . don't expect her to say Mister. =)
That Motel Complex, on the undeveloped side of what used to be (north) Boulder, CO, had wide sidewalks and also hosted the first local appearance of Commander Cody and The Lost Planet Airmen. =)
Suggestion (to Original QuestionPoster): Find the only "meeting place"/"saloon" with that particular song on the jukebox and look for the girl with the twinkle in her eye as the quarter drops and the song begins to play . . . then . . . go for the gold. =)
(Uh . . . That was for the young HornDawg , . . jest embarking on the journey . . . not for you, SidB . . . =)
(btw: if all else fails, toss some Robbie (Rabbi) Burns or Haggis in an appropriate direction . . . =)
ps to Mr. Panda: Extra Credit for KiLtZ . . . mebbe . . . mebbee not . . . =)
Happy Birthday Plu! Proceed cautiously!
Congrats Plu. or should we just call you Cougar Bait from now on?
Is sherlocks still open?
Has Plupan surfaced since the night of his birthday? I haven't seen any posts by him.
Never mind, just saw one. Guess he made it out alive. : )
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