Monday, January 21, 2008

For Cryin' Out Loud!


Excuse me,
Hey lady...
hey...scuse me
umm...hey...
could I have your
attention please.
Hey...lady, um
would ya mind
lookin' away from
that lap-top
I mean come onnnn,
now if you could
follow me for a moment
here. Just put that
lap-top down for
cryin' out loud, what
on earth could be so
incredibly interesting
that you don't have the
time to come and
help a poor big
puppy get his ball
out from under
this piece of
furniture...huh?















3 comments:

tami said...

I am laughing because now Vern and Shelly have a toddler...hee hee.

Jerrie said...

What are you thinking trying to use the computer when that dear doggie NEEDS his ball...Geez! :)

Big Heap said...

(Pic reminded me of a story in yesterday's news.)

Hillary Clinton called Bill into her office one day and said, 'Bill, I have a great idea. I know how we can win back middle America and secure my presidential victory in 2008'.




'Great, but how do you propose we go about that?' asked Bill.




'Well', Hillary responds, 'We'll go down to a local Wal-Mart, get some cheezy clothes and shoes like most middle Americans wear, and then we'll stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador . When we look the part we'll go to a nice old country bar in middle America, and we'll show them that we really enjoy the countryside and show admiration and respect for the hard working people living there.'




A few days later, all decked out and with the requisite Labrador at heel, they set off from New York in a westerly direction. Eventually they arrived at just the place they were looking for. With dog in tow they walk into the bar. They step up to the bar and the bartender takes a step back and says,




'Aren't you Bill and Hillary Clinton?'




Hillary answers, 'Yes we are, and what a lovely town you have here. We were just passing through and Bill suggested that we stop and take in some local color.'




They then order a couple of cocktails from the bartender and proceed to drink them down, all the while chatting up a storm with anyone who would listen.




All of a sudden, the bar room door opens and a grizzled old farmer comes in. He walks up to the Labrador , lifts its tail and looks underneath, shrugs his shoulders and walks out the door.




A few moments later, in came another old farmer. He walks up to the dog, lifts its tail, looks underneath, scratches his head, and then leaves the bar.




Over the course of the next hour or so, another four or five farmers came in, lifted the dog's tail, and went away looking puzzled.




Eventually Hillary and Bill could stand it no longer and called the bartender over ''Tell me', said Hillary, 'Why did all those old farmers come in and look under the dog's tail like that? Is it some sort of old custom?'




'Good Lord no', said the bartender, 'Its just that someone has told them that there was a Labrador in here with two assholes!'