Whoa, Hoppy, whoa!!!! to close for comfort....Mabel was visiting her son and attended his small Baptist church on Sunday. The pastor noticed her sitting there, publicly welcomed her, and asked her what church she attended. When Mabel identified herself as a Methodist, the Baptist pastor asked her, "And why are you a Methodist?" Mabel replied, "Because my Mom was a Methodist and my Dad was a Methodist and my grandparents were Methodists; so I'm a Methodist!" The pastor replied, "That's ridiculous. Suppose I said, "My Mom was a moron and my Dad was a moron and my grandparents were morons. What would that make me?" Mabel replied dryly, "That would make you a Baptist!"
I just brewed coffee using Red Bull instead of water!!!
I just brewed coffee using Red Bull instead of water!!!
I just brewed coffee using Red Bull instead of water!!!
We get to buzzin' and multi-tasking!!! Doing what? Who knows...just buzzin'!!!I want to be in your tribe![]()
I resemble that remark!Sick Day
Our local newspaper ran several stories about a study that tied male obesity to a virus.
One evening my brother came home exhausted from a long day at work.
"Did you read the paper?" he asked.
"I'm not going in to work tomorrow. I'm calling in fat."
OK FINE...OK OK FINE FINE now can we LAND please!!!!!Landing Check
I was inspecting communications facilities in Alaska. Since I had little experience in flying in small planes, I was nervous when we approached a landing strip in a snow-covered area. The pilot descended to just a couple hundred feet, then gunned both engines, climbed, and circled back. While my heart pounded, the passenger beside me seemed calm.
"I wonder why he didn't land," I said.
"He was checking to see if the landing strip was plowed," the man said.
As we made a second approach, I glanced out the window. "It looks plowed to me," I commented.
"No," my seat mate said. "It hasn't been cleared for some time."
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"Because," the man informed me, "I'm the guy who drives the plow."
Landing Check
I was inspecting communications facilities in Alaska. Since I had little experience in flying in small planes, I was nervous when we approached a landing strip in a snow-covered area. The pilot descended to just a couple hundred feet, then gunned both engines, climbed, and circled back. While my heart pounded, the passenger beside me seemed calm.
"I wonder why he didn't land," I said.
"He was checking to see if the landing strip was plowed," the man said.
As we made a second approach, I glanced out the window. "It looks plowed to me," I commented.
"No," my seat mate said. "It hasn't been cleared for some time."
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"Because," the man informed me, "I'm the guy who drives the plow."
OK FINE...OK OK FINE FINE now can we LAND please!!!!!
Yay!! We've landed! Crisis averted. All is well.
But wait, off we go again! lol!![]()