If You Don't Eat Your Meat, You Can't Have Any Pudding!

[matcom]

HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY PUDDING IF YOU DON'T EAT YOUR MEAT?!?!?!?!

[Archae]

1. We don't need no...

...thought control...

[Mayberry Machiavelli]

2. Stand still, will ye!

[m-jean03]

3. Um...Duh -- ever hear of

"meat pudding"? :shrug:

http://www.freerecipe.org/Dessert/Puddings/MeatPuddin_bbigh.htm

[AmericanErrorist]

4. I thought it was

"teet your feet".

[Liberal Veteran]

5. That's odd....I thought it was beat your...um...nevermind.

LOL

[Deja Q]

6. Well I want to eat meat but I can't find any! It costs too much!

Nixed the double-entendre... too low taste, even by my standards. :evilgrin:

[m-jean03]

7. Darling Hypnotoad.

Your subject line IS a double-entendre. :evilgrin:

[Deja Q]

11. Oh... Ah, I do see what you mean!

O8)

[LibertyorDeath]

8. "You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy

ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL (Part 2)
(Pink Floyd)

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you
have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy

http://www.chass.utoronto.ca/~ikalmar/illustex/pinkfloyd_brick.htm

[Guy Fawkes]

9. I played that...

Well, sort of. I played it on electric violin... I was going to do it for our school's "unity day," but I missed my chance... and I skipped unity day. (most of my teachers did, too...)

[Burma Jones]

10. I Got A Little Black Book with My Poems In

My Six Year Old son loves (heavily edited selected portions of) The Wall

[ET Awful]

12. Day after day, love turns grey

Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?

Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?