Sent from Yankee Brother-In-Law to a Yankee that moved South.
1 posted on
03/18/2002 11:00:38 AM PST by
PetroniDE
To: PetroniDE
Hehehe :D
To: PetroniDE
13. There's two theories to arguin' with a woman. Neither one works. 14. If a someone says there ain't no God, tell'em to go tell the cow, she'll understand better.
Amen!
To: PetroniDE
This all sounds like pretty darn good advice to me.
4 posted on
03/18/2002 11:07:33 AM PST by
Flyer
To: PetroniDE
Where is the humor in this all-too-sage advice.
There is one point missing. If your jeans have a rivet in the crotch, don't squat near the fire.
Shalom.
5 posted on
03/18/2002 11:07:53 AM PST by
ArGee
To: PetroniDE
15. If you find yourself north of Dallas, TURN AROUND!
6 posted on
03/18/2002 11:08:40 AM PST by
Flyer
To: Khepera; JMJ333; dakmar; erizona; fiddlstix; Brad's Gramma; grlfrnd; spookbrat
14. If a someone says there ain't no God, tell'em to go tell the cow, she'll understand better. Bump!
Shalom.
7 posted on
03/18/2002 11:09:17 AM PST by
ArGee
To: PetroniDE
'Don't try to talk yourself out of a problem if you acted your way into it.'
To: PetroniDE
"Next time you're feeling pretty powerful, try ordering somebody else's dog around."
To: PetroniDE
To: PetroniDE
A Native American, a Texan, and a Muslim
At a small airport terminal in Texas, three strangers awaiting their shuttle flight start conversing about the recent worldly events. The strangers were of varying cultures. One was Native American. Another was a Cowboy from West Texas. The other person was a devout Arab Muslim.
During their conversation, they began to discuss their cultural history.
The Native American stated "once my people were many, now we are few."
The Muslim then chimed in and arrogantly said, "once my people were few and now we are many."
The Cowboy looked at the Muslim, shifted the toothpick in his mouth and said with a sly grin, "that's cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet."
I just got this in the Strangecosmos.com newsletter.
To: PetroniDE
There was a German, an Italian and a Redneck on death row. The warden gave them a choice of three ways to die:
1. to be shot
2. to be hung
3. to be injected with the AIDS virus for a slow death.
So the German said, "Shoot me right in the head." (Boom, he was dead instantly).
Then the Italian said, "Just hang me." (Snap, he was dead.)
Then the Redneck said, "Give me some of that AIDS stuff." They gave him the shot, and the redneck fell down laughing. The guards looked at each other and wondered what was wrong with this guy. Then the Redneck said, "Give me another one of those shots," so the guards did.
Now he was laughing so hard, tears rolled from his eyes and he doubled over. Finally the warden said, "What is wrong with you?"
The Redneck replied, "You guys are so stupid.....I'm wearing a condom!"
17 posted on
03/18/2002 11:27:19 AM PST by
11B3
To: January24th
Smile BUMP!
To: PetroniDE
Old Chism Trail
Come and gather round boys, and listen to my tale
Ill tell you all my troubles on the Old Chism Trail
(Chorus)
Come a ti yi yippie yippie yay yippie yay
Come a ti yi yippie yippie yay
With a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle
I started in herdin these Texas cattle (repeat chorus)
We started up the trail October 23rd
Started up the trail with the Lone Star Herd (repeat chorus)
I jumped on my horse, grabbed hold of the horn
Im the best cow puncher that ever was a born (repeat chorus)
My foots in the stirrup, my seats in the saddle
I m the best cow puncher that ever rode a straddle (repeat chorus)
Im on my horse and Im goin on the run
Im the quickest shootin cowboy that ever pulled a gun (repeat chorus)
Up in the morning before daylight
When I go to sleep the moon shines bright (repeat chorus)
A ropin and a tyin and a brandin all day
Im workin mighty hard for mighty little pay (repeat chorus)....
25 posted on
03/18/2002 11:41:13 AM PST by
Consort
To: PetroniDE
Let's not forget the Brits, while we're at it....
Sometimes it DOES take a Rocket Scientist! (true story)
Scientists at NASA built a gun specifically to launch dead chickens at the windshields of airliners, military jets and the space shuttle, all traveling at maximum velocity. The idea is to simulate the frequent incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to test the strength of the windshields.
British engineers heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshields of their new high-speed trains. Arrangements were made, and a gun was sent to the British engineers. When the gun was fired, the engineers stood shocked as the chicken hurled out of the barrel, crashed into the shatterproof shield, smashed it to smithereens, blasted through the control console, snapped the engineer's backrest in two, and embedded itself in the back wall of the cabin like an arrow shot from a bow.
The horrified Brits sent NASA the disastrous results of the experiment, along with the designs of the windshield and begged the US scientists for suggestions.
NASA responded with a one-line memo: "Defrost the chicken!"
To: jla
One for Carl? :-)
42 posted on
03/18/2002 12:43:17 PM PST by
Happygal
To: PetroniDE;anniegetyourgun
Is there any truth to the "The bigger the belt buckle, the smaller the _________ ?
To: PetroniDE
Gonna send this to my Texan sister-in-law.
To: PetroniDE
My first assignment in the Army was in San Antonio.
I soon learned that Texas didn't have a state income tax.
I went about changin' my state of residency.
I got me a Texas driving license, I registered to vote in Texas,
and just to make sure, I married me a Texan.
(She hates it when I tell that story)
71 posted on
03/18/2002 3:28:53 PM PST by
Gamecock
To: Yellow Rose of Texas, Alamo-Girl, TexOkie
Time to laugh gals. :-)
80 posted on
03/18/2002 6:00:27 PM PST by
amom
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