Wedding in Bonga-Bonga.......

In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast;
In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Won't be long now and we can all wax lyrical and get romantic. But not with that Jimmy person please

Hee-hee our neighborhood had so many James's in it we had to call each one a different variation on the name - the youngest one was "Little Jimmy" Kelly down the street and he kept that name right up to adulthood, when the 6-and-a-half feet of him was still being called "Little Jimmy" by all and sundry.

To paraphrase my favorite poet:
Wine is fine
But liquor is quicker.

Have I missed the dancing?.......

Oh, such romance in the air.....and on the screen.......

Siiiiigh. I think we're engaged, David.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!"

Wine, I Say! I'll Drink to Madness!

Wine's a sov'reign cure for sorrow,
Let's drink to-day, and die to-morrow;
No wonder the bottle should mortals enslave,
Since it snatches the soul from the brink of the grave!

Gentle creature, hither bring,
Wine to soothe my love's despair;
Then in merry accents sing,
Woman false, as she is fair!

Wine, I say! I'll drink to madness!
Wine, my girl, to cure my sadness!
And tell me no more there is folly in drinking
Can anything equal the folly of thinking?

Magic soother! sparkling wine,
What is nectar, drink divine,
What is nectar to champagne?
Fill the goblet! fill again!

No more, no more of am'rous folly,
From me fly black melancholy;
And tyrant take heed how you came in my view,
Lest in my distraction, your boldness you rue!

Smiling ruin, lovely woman,
Fit companion's in our wine;
For in reason surely no man
Comes within your fatal line.

Bring fresh bottles, bring fresh glasses,
From my soul how sorrow passes!
Before my witch'd eyes laughs a gay cover'd plain,
While fancy forms visions that fire my brain!

Then wine, I say! I'll drink to madness!
Wine, my girl, to cure my sadness!
And tell me no more, there's folly in drinking,
Can any thing equal the folly of thinking!

bzz bzz bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

(informal national hymn of Bonga-Bonga)

they probably all fell asleep on the wine bar floor again

At least the singing's stopped!........Wine anyone?.......

Or just somewhere else!! Hi again!!

Everybody must be in the Wine Bar!

oooooh!!!! spooky in here on my own

Hm, if I know you they got squashed between your teeth. Witzend has bought me some and they are unopened so she hasn't put her lick on them all, unlike some people. Anyway when I was locked in a dungeon dark with horrid scratching noises in an even darker corner what use would a box of chocolates have been. A key now, that would have been handy. So off you trot caped crusader back to SLOG, I DO hope you have an intact box of chocolate for her, and flowers, and a card, and an MD cake. If not, well you think you have had a bad day so far, let me tell you.................

Juneee..........I did have a box of chocolates for you, as a Mothers Day gift.........but they got squashed.....when I left them in the middle of the dance-floor.........

yeah, sisters are doing it for themselves!

Oh, so good to know that you are free and - safe???

Don't bother any more boy I managed to pick the lock with the aid of my trusty hairpin and have now extracated myself from the horrid dungeon. I find myself right in the middle of town, just not sure which town yet but I am out in the fresh air. talking of fresh, people seem to be giving me a wide berth, I think I may need a shower. So you just dance away and don't forget to point your finger as if you are a real with it cat. I am off home for Mother's Day UK with cake

worse than that it's the Gee Beezzzzzzzz

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Why don't you take Dogdaze along? He can use his nose!!

Oh nooooooo!.....Who mentioned Trohn Javolta?!!...........

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
I'm a-stayin' alive, stayin' alive bzzz..............
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive bzzzzz..............
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' ali-i-i-i-ive bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz............

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm
I've been kicked around since I was born
But now it's all right, that's okay
You may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man

Kaleidoboy - ah ha ha ha, staying alive.

K-Boy!! AGAIN.....Junee is depending on you. Why must you be such a muck-up??....I'm afraid the Supreme Super Hero in the Sky will just have to confiscate your cape and tights....you are a disgrace to Super Hero-dom......

I still can't find Juneee.........she says she's 'here' but she's really 'there'........and I don'ft know where 'there' is!........
Maybe I'll just have a dance.......

Ooooo I love a good wedding, especially when the men starting thinking they are John Travolta on the dance floor at the reception. Looking at this photo I think there are a few present who would be guilty of this crime.

Very good that it was outside!! Then he couldn't be shown out because of bzzzzzing!! Where exactly is "here", Juneee??

I assume the bzzzzing was from from Uncle BB....his way of wishing the happy couple Bezzzt Wizzzshezzz........and, of course, there was chicken all around.....

No bells I'm afraid, Mr.Many-numbers, as they were locked out.......but plenty of bzzzing........

Ding Dong Bell

I'm here you silly boy, concentrate!

Somebody mention chicken?....And fingers?.......In the same breath?.......

I'm on my way to rescue Juneee........if only I knew where she was!.........

OH, I never denied Standing as your Accuser.....all I said was pointing is rude and my fingers are clean...in fact, I wash my hands of the whole....what do you mean Jacuzzi?....situation.

So GGL, you deny being my accuser? J'accuse!-er? Jacuzzi? We will see!

Speaking of KFC (where's the Colonel?), ?Eat your fingers off? is as close as Chinese can come to KFC?s ?Finger Lickin? Good? slogan.

And since we're on the subject of the Chinese, this being Bugosiland, home of more Tadpole Wine besotted souls than anywhere else on earth, perhaps you'd be interested to know that ?Bite the wax tadpole? is the literal translation in Chinese for America?s most universal consumer product: Coca-Cola!

Why yes, I believe that is Pelvis Esley in attendance....the sailor must be Popeye, and next to me I see J.Wellington Wimpy, friend of Popeye........the stars gather in Bonga-Bonga!....
I had not noticed however, the pedalling pervert Pee-Squirt.........OBVIOUSLY up to no good!......

Kboy...get on your bike and find juneeeee NOW! No bike, "borrow" psquirts.

Oh sure, there I am just riding by, minding my own business, innocent as the driven snow (as usual) and now you're going to allege some heinous allegations of an alleged crime allegation and point your KFC-greasy fingers at ME!

Wait. Is that a sailor standing there on the right? Hi sailor! Watcha doin' later?

(Sorry, GGL, I was adding a little and you posted before I reposted, as it were.)

Ah, Mr. leSquirt...again you malign....I will have you know, my fingers are not greasy as I have licked them quite thoroughly clean.....and I never point....I was taught as a young child that pointing is rude...........

Is that...Could it be....Surely not....However, maybe.....a young Pelvis Esley in his iconic white suit standing next to Uncle BB.....and why was the P-Squirt attending....Another Wedding Crasher incident, I would imagine...........