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Here's a new story to accompany the one I just bumped up again about annoying my brother.
One time I was sitting at the big kitchen table one afternoon, not doing anything at all just sitting there. Nothing on the table in front of me.
When my brother came in carrying the cat in his arms and he was singing portions of the song "There is Nothing like a Dame" from the musical "Dames at Sea"
"There is nothing like a dame. Nothing in the world. There is nothing you can name that is anything like a dame."
We had recently heard that song sung on a television show and he was singing some random lines really hamming them up.
He sang, "Nothing looks like a dame". Then he sang, "There are no cooks like a dame".
And then on the spur of the moment I sang, "There are no Garys like a goose".
The next thing I knew the cat was sliding all the way across the table towards me just like the way in Western saloons they slide the drinks along the table to you. The poor animal landed on my lap and jumped down to the floor. Without scratching me may I add.
I said, "Oh, now you've gone and given the cat a dreadful fright Gary".
And he cried, "Oh, you get people so angry Martin that they do things without thinking first".
One time I was sitting at the big kitchen table one afternoon, not doing anything at all just sitting there. Nothing on the table in front of me.
When my brother came in carrying the cat in his arms and he was singing portions of the song "There is Nothing like a Dame" from the musical "Dames at Sea"
"There is nothing like a dame. Nothing in the world. There is nothing you can name that is anything like a dame."
We had recently heard that song sung on a television show and he was singing some random lines really hamming them up.
He sang, "Nothing looks like a dame". Then he sang, "There are no cooks like a dame".
And then on the spur of the moment I sang, "There are no Garys like a goose".
The next thing I knew the cat was sliding all the way across the table towards me just like the way in Western saloons they slide the drinks along the table to you. The poor animal landed on my lap and jumped down to the floor. Without scratching me may I add.
I said, "Oh, now you've gone and given the cat a dreadful fright Gary".
And he cried, "Oh, you get people so angry Martin that they do things without thinking first".
