FIVE LADIES IN A CAR Flipping Up The Dirt Ruby Jessop: Looks like you gals are having way too much fun!!! Take advantage of it while you have the opportunity, love and miss you gals a lot. Summer Fischer: Whos the blond chick with the glasses in the front? Dave Russotto: looks like the makings of a reality tv show... Ty Cooke: Good crowd. Arta Fischer: Its Julie Jessop, Summer Fischer. Janelle Nielsen: Wait, wait, wait fer me!!! Arta Fischer: Always room for one more country girl. Shirl Zitting: You are all very kind to leave that empty space open for me. Where do we meet up? Janelle Nielsen: Hey, she said country girl neener neener!!! Arta Fischer: Lol. Arta Fischer: That I did ... Shirl Zitting: Shirls the girl, keener leaner... Arta Fischer: Haha. Then we better get a bigger ride. Janelle Nielsen: Get a dump truck from yer farm and well put him in the back! Lol. Arta Fischer: A tater logan would work. Lol. Janelle Nielsen: Yeeeeesss!!!! Arta Fischer: Lol. Shirl Zitting: I love taters an gwavy, an all the twimmuns. Arta Fischer: U like raw ones with dirt?!? Shirl Zitting: I like the Steeds and Harkers, and the white horse that harkens. Yah, they raised it from the dirt to the sky. Uncle Elroy Nielsen gave me his fine horse, and we will cling like dirt to mother earth, until we make it a star. Shirl Zitting: From A Son Of War, Thrown Upon Mother Earth, Before The Land Is Swept Clean MAMMA This is the tale of a little boy, Wandering far from his home. Most of his family were with him then, And nothing but life did they own. Tortured by war in their native land, Their only recourse was to flight. Tracing the path of the sun by day, And led by the north star at night. Onward they pressed to the promised land, Not knowing if that was the way. And none of the children could understand, And this little boy used to say, Hey, hey: Mamma, where do we go from here? Mamma, why can t we stay? Mamma, is daddy very near? Mamma, why do you pray? Down came the winter, the food was scarce. The people were falling like flies. Disease helped starvation make matters worse, And parents resorted to lies. Hush, your mamma will soon be well, Though all they can do is to wait. And one little boy hears the doctor tell The others, he thinks it s too late, It s too late. Mamma, he whispers quietly. Mamma, you re looking old. Mamma, why don t you answer me. Mamma, your hands feel cold. He rushes out into the chilly night. He can t beleive what he has been told. The tears in his eyes start to blur his sight. And freeze on his face with the cold. But in the next camp, there is a mother mild, Who s mourning a son passed away. And fate brings the cries of the little child To her just as he starts to say, Hey, hey. Mamma, she knows what she must do. Mamma, she thinks of her Mamma. I must take the place of you, And take him into my care (Rev. 12:16). Mamma, oh oh, Momma, oh oh. Momma, oh oh. Momma, oh oh. . youtube/watch?v=FwBe7c5FwpE&feature=youtube_gdata_player . Jeff Warner: Lol. Okay? Video link (and the FLDS Community) broken Shirl Zitting: Repairer of the breach, the link is fixed. Summer Fischer: O ok ya I figured. .
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 03:18:39 +0000
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