|April 28, 2009, 12:48 PM||#1|
Join Date: December 22, 2006
If you liked pesky squirrels,,,check out Deer for dinner...
Each Friday night after work, Bubba would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak. But, all of Bubba's Neighbors were Catholic....And since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Friday .
The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest.
The Priest came to visit Bubba, and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Bubba attended Mass.....and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, 'You were born a Baptist, and raised a Baptist, but now you are a Catholic.'
Bubba's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood.
The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors, and, as he rushed into Bubba's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.
There stood Bubba, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat and chanted: 'You wuz born a deer, you wuz raised a deer, but now you is a catfish..'
Owning a gun doesn't kill anymore than owning a spoon makes Rosie O'Donnel FAT.
|April 30, 2009, 05:51 AM||#5|
Join Date: December 13, 2006
Location: Body: Clarkston, Washington. Soul: LaCrosse, Wisconsin
LOL!!! heard the Ole and Sven version from my Uncle. Good times
Here's one for ya:
Game warden gets a tip that Ole Oleson has been hunting Loons up in Mille Lacs (in Minnesota). Now then, he drives up to Ole's cabin and pays him a visit.
"Hey, Ole," says the warden, "I hear you have been killing loons up here, mind if I take a look in the freezer?"
Ole, he says, "Oh, Mr. Warden sir, you go right ahead, I haven't done anyting wrong."
So the warden goes inside and looks in the freezer and sure enough he sees about a dozen loons packed in.
He says, "Ole, I'm sorry but I have to bring you in. Loons are the state bird and it's illegal to kill them."
So, on the drive back he has a sullen Ole in the backseat in handcuffs. To lighten the mood he says, "Hey, ole, off the record, what does Loon taste like?"
Ole thinks for a bit then says, "Well it tastes a lot like eagle!"
Disequilibrium facilitates accommodation.
9mm vs .45 ACP? The answer is .429
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