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Pudding -

Pudding is either of two general types of food, the second deriving from the first. The older puddings were foods that were presented in a solid mass formed by the amalgamation of various ingredients with a binder that may or may not have been a gelling agent, including the use of blood. The best-known examples of this are the black pudding and the Yorkshire pudding. This older type of pudding, still commonly made today in the British Isles, was often a main-course type of dish

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Meet me 'round back in 5

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Proof? What kind of proof?

Meet me 'round back in 5

y'know ...proof...flirt1

see you there

Originally posted by §P0oONY
Pudding -

Pudding is either of two general types of food, the second deriving from the first. The older puddings were foods that were presented in a solid mass formed by the amalgamation of various ingredients with a binder that may or may not have been a gelling agent, including the use of blood. The best-known examples of this are the black pudding and the Yorkshire pudding. This older type of pudding, still commonly made today in the British Isles, was often a main-course type of dish

OH I'm never having chocolate pudding again

Originally posted by Uneeklyconfused
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see you there


"Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me - aren't you?"

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
(Wo wo wo)
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey hey hey – hey hey hey)

We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files
We’d like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

And here’ to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
(Wo wo wo)
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey hey hey – hey hey hey)

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It’s a little secret, just the Robinson’s affair
Most of all you’ve got to hide it from the kids

Coo coo ca choo, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
(Wo wo wo)
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey hey hey – hey hey hey)

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates’ depate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you’ve got to choose
Ev’ry way you look at it you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you
(Woo woo woo)
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson
‘Joltin Joe’ has left and gone away?
(Hey hey hey – hey hey hey)

amalgamation

Amalgamation -

A process using mercury to collect fine particles of gold or silver from pulverized ore. Both precious metals dissolve in the silvery liquid, while rock does not; they can later be released by applying heat or pressure to the mercury.

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Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes.
In her own special way to the people she calls,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.

Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do.
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you."

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
"Feed the birds," that's what she cries,
While overhead, her birds fill the skies.

All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares.

Though her words are simple and few,
Listen, listen, she's calling to you:
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag."

evillaugh
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Marry Poppins!

A British bank is run with precision
A British home requires nothing less!
Tradition, discipline, and rules
must be the tools
Without them - disorder! Chaos!
Moral Disintegration!
In short, you have a ghastly mess

Mary Poppins: I quite agree

The children must be moulded,
shaped and taught
That life's a looming battle
to be faced and fought

Mr Banks: In short I am disturbed to hear
my children talking about popping in
and out of chalk pavement pictures,
consorting with racehorse persons,
foxhunting! Yes, well I don't mind
that quite so much - at any rate it's
traditional. But tea parties on the ceiling
I ask you! Having tea parties on the ceiling-
and highly questionable outings
of every other kind!

If they must go on outings, these
outings ought to be
Fraught with purpose, yes!
And practicality!
These silly words like
superca... superca... superca

Mary Poppins: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Mr Banks: Yes, well done, you said it

And popping through pictures
Have little use, fulfil no basic need
They've got to learn the honest truth
despite their youth
They must learn

Mary Poppins: About the life you lead

Mr Banks: Exactly

Mary Poppins:
They must feel the thrill of totting
up a balanced book
A thousand ciphers neatly in a row

Mr Banks: Quite right

Mary Poppins:
When gazing at a chart that shows the profits up
their little cup of joy should overflow

Mr Banks: Precisely

Mary Poppins:
It's time they learned to walk in your footsteps

Mr Banks: My footsteps

Mary Poppins:
To tread your straight and narrow path with pride

Mr Banks: With pride

Mary Poppins:
Tomorrow, just as you suggest
pressed and dressed
Jane and Michael will be at your side

Not Mary P ...but ...

meh

Like every tree stands on its own
Reaching for the sky I stand alone.
I share my world with no one else.
All by myself I stand alone.

I know the sound of each rock and stone
And I embrace what others feel.
You are not to roam in this forgotten place,
Just the likes of me, you're welcome here.
Everythign breathes and I know each breath
For me it means life for others it's death.
It's perfectly balanced, perfectly planned,
More than enough for this man.

Like every tree stands on its own
Reaching for the sky I stand alone.
I share my world with no one else.
All by myself I stand alone.

I've seen your world with these very eyes
Don't come any closer, don't even try
I've felt all the pain and heard all the lies
But in my world there's no compromise

Like every tree stands on its own
Reaching for the sky I stand alone.
I share my world with no one else.
All by myself I stand alone.

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