Bob Denman
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Should we make a joke about "morning wood" yet? 

Should we make a joke about "morning wood" yet?![]()
We never MOURN wood. :roflblack::roflblack::roflblack::roflblack:
What guy? :hun:KEEPING A SHARP MIND IN RETIREMENT
As we slowly move through retirement, we need to keepourselves alert and not make mistakes . . . Like this guy.
What guy? :hun:
There's nothing shown or linked. :banghead:
"Hello Mudder. Hello Fodder."Boy Scout Letter...
Dear Mom,
Our Scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and got
worried. We are okay. Only one of our tents and 2 sleeping bags got washed away.
Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Adam
when it happened. Oh yes, please call Adam's mother and tell her he is okay.
He can't write because of the cast.
I got to ride in one of the search and rescue Jeeps. It was great.
We never would have found Adam in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning. Scoutmaster
Ted got mad at Adam for going on a hike alone without telling anyone.
Adam said he did tell him, but it was during the fire, so he probably didn't hear him.
Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, it will blow up? The wet wood didn't burn,
but one of the tents did and also some of our clothes.
Matthew is going to look weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Ted gets the bus fixed.
It wasn't his fault about the crash. The brakes worked okay when we left.
Scoutmaster Ted said that with a bus that old, you have to expect something to break
down; that's probably why he can't get insurance. We think it's a super bus.
He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the bumpers.
It gets pretty hot with 45 people in a bus made for 24. He let us take turns riding in
the trailer until the policeman stopped and talked to us. Scoutmaster Ted is a neat guy.
Don't worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Horace how to drive on the mountain roads
where there aren't any cops and all we ever see are those huge logging trucks.
This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out to the rapids.
Scoutmaster Ted wouldn't let me because I can't swim, and Adam was afraid he would sink
because of his cast which is concrete because we didn't have any plaster, So Scoutmaster
Ted let us take the canoe out. It was great. You can still see some of the trees under
the water from the flood.
Scoutmaster Ted isn't crabby like some scoutmasters.
He didn't even get mad that we didn’t use the life jackets.
He has to spend a lot of time working on the bus so we are trying not to cause him any
trouble. Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges.
When Andrew dived into the lake and cut his arm, we all got to see how a tourniquet works.
Steve and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Ted said it was probably just food poisoning from
the left-over chicken.
He said they got sick that way with food they ate in prison.
I'm so glad he got out and became our scoutmaster.
He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time.
By the way, what is a pedal-file?
I have to go now. We are going to town to post our letters and buy some more beer and ammo.
Don't worry about anything.
We are fine and tonight it's my turn to sleep in the Scoutmaster's tent.
I knew I could count on you, Bob.
A blonde city girl named Katy marries a Texas rancher. One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher says to Katy, "The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows, so I drove a nail into the 2x4 just above where the cow's stall is in the barn. Please show him where the cow is when he gets here, OK?"
The rancher leaves for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door. "I came to inseminate the cow, he said." Katy takes him down to the barn. They walk along the row of cows, and when Katy sees the nail, she tells him, "This is the one right here."
The man, assuming he is dealing with an airhead blonde, asks, "Tell me, lady, because I'm dying to know. How would you know that this is the right cow to be bred?" "That's simple," says Katy. "By the nail that's over its stall," she explains very confidently. Laughing rudely at her, the man says, "And what, pray tell, is the nail for?" Katy turns to walk away and says sweetly over her shoulder, "I guess it's to hang your pants on!"
:shocked: And THAT's a move that even I can't post a link to, in here! :roflblack: