I lost track on the last thread about the proper way to tar 'n feather a d@mn yankee. Proper etiquette dictates that we clear up the indoor vice outdoor method. Still got "bees" in my fingers from cuttin' wood.
She stopped her car, rolled down the window and said, "Please don't jump, think of your dear mother and father."
He replied, "Mom and Dad are both dead; I'm going to jump."
She said, "Well, think of your wife and children."
He replied, "I'm not married and I don't have any kids."
She said, "Well, think of Robert E. Lee."
He replied, "Who's Robert E. Lee? "
She replied, "Well, just go ahead and jump, you dumb-arsed Yankee