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It was begining to iritate me too.

Marty, don't be jealous. You know that we have loved you for many years. And you can try to kill ned all you want, but . . .sigh . . .

even if you change ned to need, in the end, ned is only about need. So, ultimately, even with all your powers, there's just no way to replace or delete our ned. Keep an open mind. In the end, you might find that ned is the kind of poster you've been looking for all these years.

I'd do a smiley now, but that would just spoil it.

Ahh Marty - confession is good for the soul! We prefer to think of ned as having moved to another plane rather than being dead. and SS does have a point about his posts . . .

and E, sweetie, irritating you is half the fun!

long live our ned . . .

" I'LL BE GLAD WHEN YER DEAD, YOU RASCAL YOU"!

" I'll BE GLAD WHEN YER DEAD, GIT YER BIG BUTT OUTTA MY BED, I'LL BE GLAD WHEN YER DEAD YOU RASCAL YOU"!

E - what a terrible thing to say! u jealous 2?
ned will always be there for gals like me n SS . . .

exactly what is a rascal anyway?

oh my - what is ned doing in your bed? not at all the kind of behavior I would have expected outta either one of you!

Gotta git the rest of the words to that song. Bet if I wait long enough, someone will do it for me !

whew - it's a song - I feel so much better now!

by the way, how goes the singing with that sore tongue of yours?

Here's your lyrics - Looks like there's a coupla versions floating around - this one by Louis Armstrong - I'm a big fan of his, but don't think I've heard this one before . . .


I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you!
Oh, you rascal, you!
Boy, I brought you into my home;
You wouldn't leave my wife alone;
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you.

Now, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you!
I'll be tickled to death when you leave this earth, you dog!
Hmmm, I took you for my friend,
The way you bit me in the back was a sin;
You ain't no good, you rascal, you!

As I said before, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you!
Hmm, yea-ee-yea, you rascal, you!
Boy, when you're laying six feet deep,
No more fried chicken will you eat;
Aw, you dog, I know that'll break your heart, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Boy! Boy, what is it that you've got
That makes my wife think you're hot?
Oh, you dog, you ain't no good. Naw!

You bought my wife a bottle of Coca Cola,
So you could play on her victrola;
Ha, you dog! Yes, sir!

where did you find this, i think it may be one of the other versions i'm thinking of.