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It's A Long Way To Tickle Larry - Humor Bloggers Summer Camp Week

The folks over at, Humor Blogger.Com, of which I'm a member, are so inventive and creative (oh, why, thank you). In the midst of the summer doldrums they've invited their members to Summer Camp. Chief Counselor thinkinfyou (and the horse you rode in on - it's an inside joke) explains it on her site and she's planned all kinds of activities for the week. The schedule goes like this:

Monday: Crafts
Tuesday: Sing Along
Wednesday: Campfire Stories
Thursday: Survival Guide
Friday: Letters Home
Being a closet rock and roller I couldn't let "Sing Along" pass me by and the fact that our Music Counselor is our own zombified, rocking blogging buddy Quirkyloon ...well, that's just the icing on the cake.

So as day draws to an end and dusk falls, we gather round the roaring campfire after a dinner of franks and beans and let 'er rip...oh, and we sing too!

It's been some time since I've been to camp but when I got to thinking about it camp fire songs are kinda silly. So if I were a snot-nosed little brat at summer camp what kind of songs would I sing? Probably something like "It's a Long Way to Tickle Larry"

It's a long way to tickle Larry
It's a long way you know
It's a long way to tickle Larry
Cause he's ticklish on his nose
Goodbye dangling boogers
Farewell nostril hair
It's a long, long way to tickle Larry
But my hand won't touch there!

Or how about "Donnie Caught His Dong In The Door"? Are you ready? And a 1, and a 2:

Donnie caught his dong in the door, ow-oo-ah-yah
Donnie caught his dong in the door, ow-oo-ah-yah

Sister saw him comin' and slammed the door, ow-oo-ah-yah
Sister saw him comin' and slammed the door, ow-oo-ah-yah

The doorway's deep, the doorway's wide, ow-oo-ah-yah
And sister slammed it from the other side, ow-oo-ah-yah

Donnie caught his dong in the door, ow-oo-ah-yah
Not gonna ask sister to open it no more, ow-oo-ah-yah

And our final selection is my own personal favourite, "Gotta Pee":

I love to go a-wandering
But not too far from home
Cause as I go I drink fruit juice
And recite this little poem

Gotta pee, gotta yeah
Gotta pee
Gotta yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta pee, gotta yeah
And recite this little poem

I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun.
But if I hear a waterfall
Well then I gotta run

Gotta pee...


Be sure and wander on over to Humor Bloggers.Com for more great fun at Summer Camp all week. Tell 'em Dufus sent ya. Excuse me, I gotta pee...

Comments

Anonymous said…
FANTASTIC, Dufus!! You've really got tons of talent!!
Anonymous said…
Oh, my, just read Quirky and yours. The bar is set almost too high by the two of you. Thanks a lot. ;)
ReformingGeek said…
I'm routing for the underdog. Poor Donnie.

;-)

Good job!
Anonymous said…
That was funny with a capital FUN! Great job Noname!

And I love the gotta pee ditty.

That is sooooo me, all the time!

hee hee

Thanks for the shoutout Dude! *smile*
JohnnyB said…
Terrific, with a capital "T" and that rhymes with "P" and that stands for ... uh ... pee!
nonamedufus said…
TFU: Why thank you ma'am.

UR: Back at ya. Enjoyed your post.

ReformingGeek: Yeah, he was safer rowing Michael's boat ashore.

Quirks: High praise coming from you, the Queen of quirkiness.

JohnnyB: We got trouble...right here in summer camp.
nonamedufus said…
TFU: Why thank you ma'am.

UR: Back at ya. Enjoyed your post.

ReformingGeek: Yeah, he was safer rowing Michael's boat ashore.

Quirks: High praise coming from you, the Queen of quirkiness.

JohnnyB: We got trouble...right here in summer camp.

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