Woody was at this lowest point. He had not been able to finance a movie for quite a while. Even the people in France were tired of him.
He was still living with his ex-girlfriends adopted daughter. In fact they got married and a had a few kids of their own. But that didn't stop Woody's mad sexual obsessions.
He would fly around from bird house to bird house. To peep in on young girls hoping to find them naked.
He even spied on his ex wife. But a funny thing happened. He was almost sure she saw him. He thought she was posing for him.
Maybe she wanted some more of his woodpecker...wood pecker.
(Walter Lantz, The E True Hollywood Story of Woody Woodpecker)
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"What would give you a splinter in your twat?"
Long Dong Sliver?
The more fittin' question for this almost exclusively male cluster of woodpeckers would be "What would give you a splinter in your wood?"
I used to date a feminist, who told me about this.
Not to be confused with détente and the easing of strained relations.
If détente is big enough for all, splinters are avoided all around. That's my pitch and I'm sticking to it.
OK, today I'm butchering wooden pallets outside today -- enough burnable wood for the winter.
I sort and stack two kinds of wood here -- the good indoor quality stuff like eucalyptus and the outdoor stuff -- mostly pine and redwood lumber.
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