John / Billybob
“Flashdance” was the worst movie I’ve ever seen. I saw it at the “free” show in college, but it wasn’t worth the opportunity cost. I wasted two hours that I could have spent lying in my dorm room staring at the ceiling!
A goat once bit my sister
Only thing better than a goat on a roof, is goat on a roof enjoying a tin can dinner.
All the goat jokes I know I learned from my daaaaad.
In reality "Desire" is a proper noun and is actually pronounced as "dez'-array".
* I had phonics in school back in the 50's, but I don't remember much about phonetic spelling, so if you're a member of the phonetics "Oh-Oh Squad", be advised that I already know it's wrong.
We were new to the area. Just moved into a house with a 6’ tall chain link fence.
My brother had a goat that kept running off. So he asked me to keep it for him, for a short while.
Strong wind had blown over a small metal shed in the yard. Only part usable was the metal roof.
It was also raining pretty hard, so I leaned the roof against the chain link fence post for shelter “for the poor little goat”.
3.A.M.: Sounded like THUNDER out back. The goat was running up and down the metal roof, having a great time.
He went back to my brother. Next I heard, the goat was taco meat.
This is what happens to some “goats on the roof”.
Just had a glass of South African red labeled ‘Goats do Roam’ ... excellent.
I enjoy a good satyr-ical tale!
SISTER BAY, WI — “You have to go to Al Johnson’s,” everybody says. “They’ve got goats on the roof.”
The folks put too much work into it. I saw I goat standing on top of a standard, wooden doghouse one time.
Now, if they really wanted to stand out, they’d start offering barbecue goat on Fridays.
My first thought was the Goatman has finally settled down. But then there is no way that old hermit is still alive. For those who really want to know, there actually was a traveling hermit back in the 60’s and maybe the 70’s who used to roam round the mountains of N. Ga, Tn, and who knows where with a couple of junk wagons pulled by goats along with about 50-60 more running loose. Some were tethered but most just roamed free. How he kept them all together I’ll never know. Anyway, this guy looked like the classic sackcloth-and-ashes hermit. He had the long beard, looked(and smelled) unwashed, very unkempt-the whole 9 yards. He took pretty good care of his goats considering and wasn’t exactly personable. He’d let you take his picture but he usually wanted a “donation” as I recall. My mother probably has some pictures of the one time we happened to find him up near Blue Ridge Ga. late one summer afternoon.
OMG, for fun I just googled him-and who’s a-thunk it! Here he is in all his over-alled glory(just like I remember him):
http://kudzucollection.com/goatman.htm
Goats on the Roof PING