Re-blogged from ButchCountry67
Probably until about the time I started school, I thought when people wanted a baby, they went to the hospital and picked one out from a collection there. Those that were not chosen grew up to be doctors and nurses. The sex of the baby was determined by the way the parents dressed it and fixed its hair.
Many years ago two hunters were tromping through the the woods when one had to answer the call of nature. Joe hurried behind a tree and dropped his pants. Just as he squatted to do his business, a rattlesnake struck him in his most tender nether portion. “Help! Help! Mike,go get help!” Continue reading
Why in the world did Daddy ever tell us Uncle Albert had a tail if we couldn’t ask questions or ask to see it? The next few times I saw him, I followed him around, hoping his pants would fall down. He was emaciated as only an eighty-five year-old life-long smoker can be. It seemed like a real possibility. For a while, every time I was around him, whenever Continue reading
Both of my kids talked early. That can be a curse. When my son was about twenty months old, we’d been pursuing mice in our house. He never got there in time to see them. One wonderful day, he found one that had fallen and drowned in the commode. He came ripping out to share the thrilling news, then made the following remark, “I’ve been wanting to see a mouse for many years, and finally found one in the bammode.(commode) That son of a bitch!”
Bobo’s old truck rattled in one Saturday about four. White-headed kids in overalls piled out of the back, their bare feet kicking up a dust. Fishing poles dangled out of the truck bed. Grinning, Bobo slung a stringer of bream over his shoulder. Inez slid out of the front seat, wagging a newborn and helping her twin toddlers slide to the ground. One was diapered, Continue reading