I was quiet as a kid. My mom had told me she acquired me from some Indians passing through in exchange for a bucket, and she rued the bargain, vowing to ‘get her bucket back, if they ever passed that way again. So I spent a goodly portion of my childhood in terror of looking up to see a tribe camped out in our yard and realizing the day I dreaded had come.
That wasn’t nice.
DOES YOUR
HUSBAND
MISBEHAVE
GRUNT
AND
GRUMBLE
RANT AND RAVE?
SHOOT THE BRUTE SOME
BURMA SHAVE.
Sorta like the guy driving down the road and a police car turns around and starts chasing him.
20 miles and a crash later Cop has the driver and asked ‘What the hey’
“Well officer, 10 years ago my wife ran off with a cop and I thought you were returning her”.
Cop(laughing)...”Have a nice day”