The neighbors gathered after the first frost to slaughter the Jackson’s hogs. Terrified by the commotion and scent of blood, one of the pigs managed to escape and hide up under under the neighbor’s outhouse, a good ways off, where Miz Dalrymple was
enjoying a little time to herself, thinking all the menfolk was off killing hogs. Just as she got relaxed, she heard A deep voice, “I’ll git behind here ‘n poke ‘er with a stick. You hit ‘er in th’ head with th’ ax when she comes a’runnin’ out!”
Thinking madmen had ‘er fee shore, pore Miz Dalrymple come a’flyin’ out with her drawers around her ankles. It was amazing how fast an ol’ lady could run like that. It took her two days to walk back!
Fabulous!
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Thanks, Olga.
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opps…
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haha! Very funny!
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All the better because Miz Dalrymple was a prissy old church lady!!!
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Hahaha! That makes it even funnier. LOL!
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Reblogged this on Nutsrok and commented:
Repost of an Old Story
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Ha Ha! Hilarious! Poor old thing!
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Probably constipated for a month.
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At least! 🙂
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Yikes. Words like that…cleansing effect. ☺
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Thanks so much
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Thanks so much!
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OK.. lol
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Outhouse stories are great–poor Miz Dalrymple.
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I love them ,too.
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and she’ll be carrying a skillet when she comes too
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I’ll bet!
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Hilarious!
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Haha…. great story, Linda!
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Thanks!
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