A stalwart union man.

Hands calloused from honest labor.

Clothes redolent of the sweat of his brow. From the last ten days.
Wm T Sherman | 10.28.08 - 11:03 am | #

There once was a union maid,
Who never was afraid
Of the goons and the ginks
And the company finks
And the deputy sheriff who
Something, something, something.

She went to the union hall,
When a meeting it was called
And when the company goons came round
She always sang this song:

Oh, you can't scare me I'm stickin' to the union.
I'm stickin' to the union.
I'm stickin' to the union.

Oh, you can't scare me
I'm stickin' to the union
Stickin' to the union
Till the day I die.
dumpster licker | Homepage | 10.28.08 - 1:33 pm | #

"dumpster licker" is me, and no, it's none of your business.
jgm | Homepage | 10.28.08 - 1:35 pm | #

There once was a union man from Nantucket
Wm T Sherman | 10.28.08 - 2:38 pm | #

Yeah, those emails were all jokes. Me and my African American friends always joke around like that. I call them house niggers, sodomites, and fucking sellouts and we laugh really hard. One time, as a practical joke, they put a plastic bag over my head, tied my hands behind my back, and beat me with shovels until my skull fractured. Good times, good times.
neal5x5 | 11.01.08 - 12:09 am | #