Don’t
judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant. - Robert Louis
Stevenson.
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I miss you Sam!!
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Ah, That Poor Billy Bob!!!
Cletus is passing by Billy Bob's hay barn one day when, through a gap in the door, he sees Billy Bob doing a slow and sensual striptease in front of an old John Deere tractor.
Buttocks clenched, he performs a slow pirouette, and gently slides off first the right strap of his overalls, followed by the left. He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move, lets his overalls fall down to his hips, revealing a torn and frayed plaid shirt.
Then, grabbing both sides of his shirt, he rips it apart to reveal his stained T-shirt underneath. With a final flourish, he tears the T-shirt from his body, and hurls his baseball cap onto a pile of hay.
Having seen enough, Cletus rushes in and says, "What the world're ya doing, Billy Bob?"
"Good grief, Cletus, ya scared the bejeebers out of me," says an obviously embarrassed Billy Bob.
"But me 'n the wife been havin trouble lately in the bedroom d'partment, and the therapist suggested I do something sexy to a tractor."
(Don't make me come and splain this to you!
Read the last line again, slowly.) Ready for a great weekend now?
Friday, October 24, 2014
One Quiet Moment
Happy Gardening!
The teenage
granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with this see-through blouse and no
bra. Her grandmother pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that!
The teenager tells her "Loosen up Grams. These are modern times. You gotta
let your rose buds show!", and out she goes.
The next day
the teenager comes downstairs and the grandmother is sitting there with no top
on. The teenager wants to die. She explains to her grandmother that she has
friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate... The grandmother
says, "Loosen up, Sweetie. If you can show off your rose buds, then I can
display my hanging baskets/"
Ah, way to go, Grandma!!! This is from my 92 year old friend! What a gem she is!!
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Sky Watch!!
October’s poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter. ~Nova S. Bair |
Ah,
yes, autumn, when the trees blush at the thought of stripping naked in public.
~Robert Brault
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No
spring nor summer’s beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face.... ~John Donne, "Elegy IX: The Autumnal" |
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