Ted is:
People known as “Ted” include:
Notable fictional characters known by the nickname “Ted” include:
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Plot
Mary, a hairdresser, must deal with her melancholy feelings of loss as she spends her last day of work attending to the customers she's been seeing for years. Later in the day, Jim, a young man new to the salon arrives. Through their encounter and conversations, Jim makes Mary realize that wherever she goes in the future, she will always bring her happy memories with her and form new relationships based on her warm and matronly personality.
Keywords: end, last, love, relationship, salon
Plot
Filtered follows Randy, an uninvolved recent divorcée, as he journeys on a quest for a cigarette. A cigarette that he needs in order to complete one task: mow the lawn or be evicted. Randy will meet a variety of characters along the way that throw their own, unique, wrench into Randy's long road to getting a smoke.
Luck of the DRAW ...the one lottery you don't want to win.
Plot
Halloween weekend. A jilted groom. A hastily-organized canoe trip. A pristine river. A deep, dark forest. The strange old woman behind the bait shop should've been a warning, but too much beer dulls the senses. When they stumble upon four beautiful women deep in the woods, it all seems too good to be true. And slowly they realize they'll be lucky to escape alive... Witches' Night is a throwback to the horror classics of the 1970's, and features many of the same elements: well-rounded characters, titillating sexual scenarios, an indelible villain, and a plot that builds slowly and inexorably toward an unforgettable conclusion.
Keywords: apostrophe-in-title, punctuation-in-title
Lust on saturday, lies on sunday... A sexy comedy about staying together... at least until monday!
Kate Muir: Are you ready?::Jon Thorne: Look, if it's a problem...::Kate Muir: No problem. Let's go.::Jon Thorne: It's difficult to refuse such a gracious invitation.
Teddy Lupin,
Teddy Lupin,
Teddy Lupin is not a werewolf.
Teddy Lupin,
Teddy Lupin,
Teddy Lupin could be a teddy bear.
Teddy Lupin,
Teddy Lupin,
Teddy Lupin is not a werewolf.
Teddy Lupin,
Teddy Lupin,
Teddy Lupin could be a teddy bear.
Cuddle up, cuddle up, cuddle up, cuddle up, cuddle up, cuddle up.
Teddy Lupin,
Teddy Lupin,
Teddy Lupin could be a teddy bear.
Like Teddy Ruxpin,
Like Teddy Ruxpin,
Like Teddy Ruxpin, he'll tell you stories.
Teddy Lupin,
Teddy Lupin,
Girl I want you, more than anything
You look to the left, you look to the right
You look all around, there's no help in sight
You're all alone in my crazy world
My sweet defenseless little girl
Girl I want to, rub my libido all over you
You look to the left, you look to the right
You look all around, there's no help in sight
You're all alone in my crazy world
My sweet defenseless little girl
Girl, you, you better run away, before I make you
Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay!
These wounds I tear into you deep and real
The scars left behind burn to reveal
These wounds I tear into you never heal
Girl I want you, more than anything
You look to the left, you look to the right
You look all around, there's no help in sight
You're all alone in my crazy world
My sweet defenseless little girl
Girl I want to, rub my libido all over you
You look to the left, you look to the right
You look all around, there's no help in sight
You're all alone in my crazy world
My sweet defenseless little girl
Girl, you, you better run away, before I make you
Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay!
These wounds I tear into you deep and real
The scars left behind burn to reveal
These wounds I tear into you never heal
Well I see you walk in the park but you don't see me
Tailing you in my car but you don't notice
Follow you to your house peek in your window
I want to be with
See you walk in the park but you don't see me
Tailing you in my car but you don't notice
Follow you to your house peek in your window
I want to be with you
I'm going to be with you
On a back block down Salisbury Plains
Ted was born in 1895
Thrust from the loins on to rusty soil
And the cord was cut with a scythe
He said "People there are city folk today
And they couldn't tell shit from clay
A ripening crop of stobie poles
There's no regrets when the memory roams
That earth is in me bones"
Did his bit in the first World War
Took the shilling to fight the Hun
Mud up to his crotch in Flanders fields
And the gas eating out his lungs
He said "Me best mate died hanging on the barbed wire
And when the attack was through
We took some prisoners to HQ
And shared a fag and a yarn or two
They were the same as me and you"
And I asked old Ted what history meant
As he sharpened his hedging shears
"What a bloody fool question that is my boy
I lived it for 83 years"
See him every year on Anzac Day
Swilling beers down at the Rex Hotel
He'd laugh with his mates and go deep in thought
Where he went even he couldn't tell
He said "King and Country, cock'n'bull
We fought just to survive
The anger might have faded still this feeling grabs me deep inside
I guess you could call it pride"
As a navvy on the line in the Nullabor
The Depression left its scars
Heaving cold steel rails in the burning sun
And freezing beneath the stars
He said "If you escaped the susso queues
You had a hell of price to pay
And when time flowed like an open wound
I'd blow me dough on a Saturday
And drink the pain away"
On Sunday arvo he'd sit and talk
Over a dozen cold West End
Of what was gained and what was lost
And would never come again
He said "Money you know it comes and goes
On booze and rent and fags
You can make a fortune on overtime
And lose it all on the nags
But years of toil with a bunch of mates
You know it leaves you satisfied
Though we never moved a mountain
We sure gave it a try"
Pick the wheat from the chaff
And the steel from the scurf
And the honest man from the liar
If wisdom came by other names
Ted was earth and fire
On the day that old Ted died
No-one would have known
Buried in a pauper's grave
He lived and died alone
And the 727s roared overhead
Withe the drone of the angry roads
There seemed a pause for just a while
And the silence was heard around for miles