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166

The Coffee Shop / Old men

« on: August 12, 2011, 02:22:17 am »

Got this from a friend, and thought I'd pass it along. Enjoy!
Gabby

Old men
An old prospector shuffled into town leading a tired old pack mule. 
The old man headed straight for the only saloon to clear his parched throat.

He walked up and tied his old mule to the hitching rail.  As he stood there
brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger
stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey
in the other.

 The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying,
"Hey old man, have you ever danced?"

 The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said,
"No, I never did dance . . . never really wanted to."

A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said,
"Well you old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started shooting
at the old man's feet.

 The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off,
started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.  Everybody
was laughing, fit to be tied.

 When the last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger,
still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.

 The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun,
and cocked both hammers.
The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.

The crowd stopped laughing immediately.

 The young gunslinger heard the sounds too and he turned around very slowly. 
The silence was almost deafening.  The crowd watched as the young gunman
stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels.

 The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands,
as he quietly said, "Son, have you ever licked a mule's back end?" 
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said,
"No sir . . . but . . . I've always wanted to."

There are a few lessons for us all here:

Never be arrogant..
Don't waste ammunition.
Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
Don't mess with old men . . . they didn't get old by being stupid!
 
I just love a story with a happy ending, don't you?

Remember:  OLD MEN DESERVE RESPECT
 
 
 
 
 

167

The Coffee Shop / Save the economy Humor

« on: August 09, 2011, 12:17:11 am »

BREAKING NEWS!!
To save the economy, on August 1, 2011, the government will start
deporting old people, instead of illegals,
in order to
lower social security and medicare costs!
I started crying when I thought of you.
Run you old buzzards...Run

Well.... Someone sent it to me and
I AIN'T GOIN' ALONE
 

168

The Coffee Shop / ATF tricks

« on: August 04, 2011, 10:38:55 pm »

NRA Supports Lawsuit Challenging the Obama
Administration?s Multiple Sales Reporting Requirement
The National Rifle Association is fully funding and supporting a lawsuit challenging the Obama administration?s demand that Federal Firearms License holders report multiple sales of long guns in Arizona, California, New Mexico and Texas. The lawsuits filed assert that the ATF lacks statutory authority to demand these reports.

NRA?s Institute for Legislative Action Executive Director Chris W. Cox has long expressed skepticism for the motivation and the timing of this ATF effort. ?This is a bait-and-switch scheme by an administration and a bureau frantically trying to distract lawmakers and the general public from the deadly 'Fast and Furious' debacle. This is a serious problem with deadly consequences, yet the Obama administration wants you to believe it can deter $40 billion transnational criminal enterprises by imposing paperwork requirements on honest American firearms dealers. This scheme will unjustly burden law-abiding retailers in these four border states. It will not affect drug cartels and it won't prevent violence along our borders. It will only divert scarce law enforcement resources from legitimate criminal investigations and squander them on policing law-abiding retailers.?

In a time when every federal agency is under intense budget pressure, the ATF estimates that this new reporting requirement will force it to review more than 18,000 additional documents annually. That's in addition to dealers' real-time reports of suspicious transactions-which the ATF, in the "Fast and Furious" operation, handled by telling dealers to proceed with the sales.

FFLs in these four border states began receiving tersely worded demand letters from the ATF that read:

You must submit to the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF) reports of multiple sales or other dispositions whenever, at one time or during any five consecutive business days, you sell or otherwise dispose of two or more semi-automatic rifles capable of accepting a detachable magazine and with a caliber greater that .22 (including .223/5.56 caliber) to an unlicensed person. You are required to report all such sales that occur on or after August 14, 2011. You must continue reporting multiple sales for the rifles subject to this demand letter until we provide written notice to stop.

The NRA filed separate complaints in the District of Columbia, New Mexico and Texas challenging the administration?s demands.

169

The Coffee Shop / What happened in the year of your birth

« on: July 31, 2011, 04:14:55 pm »

Once you type in the year it will start counting back - then it will fade to black and the text will appear on that black screen.  Lots of interesting information is given.  Just click on "year of your birth" below........           

The screen is going to fade to black; have your glasses on, and follow the instructions below.
You'll be pleasantly surprised with this one... Type the year only!! Then click the question (?) mark!
Sit back and enjoy!! 

Year of your birth
 
 
 I was born in 1942.
Pretty interesting stuff!
Gabby

170

The Coffee Shop / HEAT

« on: July 30, 2011, 07:32:07 pm »

Well boys and girls, it finally hit 90 in the shade and I decided to come in here to cool off and harrass everyone. 
Once it cools down a bit I'll put my nose to the saw for more R and R. LOL
Ahh It feels nice in front of the fan! I think I'll turn it up! There noiser but better.
Stay cool everyone.
Gabby

171

The Coffee Shop / 3900 Saturdays

« on: July 28, 2011, 05:11:08 am »

Just had to share this with all my Friends.
Gabby

'3900 Saturdays'
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
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A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other.  What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those Lessons that  life seems to hand you from time totime. Let me tell you about it:
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I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business.  He was telling whom-ever he was talking with something about 'a thousand marbles..' I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say....
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' Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much.  Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet.  It's too bad you missed your daughter's 'dance recital' he continued. 'Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities.' And that's when he began to explain his theory of a 'thousand marbles.'
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'You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic.  The average person lives about   seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.
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'Now then,  I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the number of Saturdays that the  average person has in their entire lifetime. Now, stick with me, Tom, I'm getting to the important part.
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It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail', he went on, 'and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays.' 'I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy.  So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had.  I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles I took them home and put them inside a large,  clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear.'
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'Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life.
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There's nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight .'
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'Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This  morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time.. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.'
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'It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band.  This is a 75 Year old Man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!
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You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the  next club newsletter
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Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. 'C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast.' 'What brought this on?' she asked with a smile. 'Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles
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A friend sent this to me, so I to you, my friend
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And so, as one smart bear once said.....'If you live to be a hundred, I  want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.' - Winnie the Pooh.
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Pass this on to all of your FRIENDS, even if it means sending it to the person that sent it to you
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And if you receive this e-mail many times from many different people, it only means that you have many FRIENDS.
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And if you get it but once, do not be discouraged for you will know that you have at least one good friend...
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And that would be ME .

172

The Coffee Shop / communication problems

« on: July 26, 2011, 03:35:22 pm »

Communication Troubles A judge was interviewing a lady regarding her pending divorce and he asked her, "What are the grounds for your divorce"?
She replied, "About four acres and a nice little home in the middle of the property with a stream running by."
"No," he said. "I mean, what is the foundation of this case"?
"Why, it is made of concrete, of course," she responded.
"I mean," he continued. "What are your relations like"?
"I have an aunt and uncle living here in town, as well as, my husband's parents."
He said, "Do you have a real grudge"?
"No," she replied. "We have a two car carport and have never really needed one."
"Please," he tried again. "Is there any infidelity in your marriage"?
"Yes, both my son and daughter have stereo sets. We don't necessarily like the music, but the answer to your question is yes."
"Ma'am, does your husband ever beat you up"?
"Yes," she responded. "About twice a week, he gets up earlier than I do."
Finally, frustrated and at the end of his rope, the judge asked, "Lady, why do you want a divorce"?
"Oh, I don't want a divorce," she replied. "I've never wanted a divorce. It's my husband who does. He says he can't communicate with me

173

The Coffee Shop / Blankety blank internet connection!!!

« on: July 25, 2011, 11:08:52 pm »

I'm going back out in the carport and keep cutting, it's taking forever for pages to load, I'll be giving the server both barrels. Grrrrrr
See y'all when I get this straightened out.
You'll have some peace while I'm gone. LOL
Gabby

174

The Coffee Shop / Boring clean jokes, Watch out!

« on: July 22, 2011, 01:26:13 am »

Blame these on Bill P.
You might watch your drinks, you never know!
G

While I sat in the reception  area of my doctor's office, a woman rolled  an elderly man in a wheelchair into the  room.  As she went  to the  receptionist's desk, the man sat there,  alone and silent. Just as I was thinking I  should make small talk with him, a little  boy slipped off his mother's lap and  walked over to
the wheelchair.  Placing his hand on the  man's knee, he said, I know how you feel.  My mom makes  me ride in the stroller  too..'

*****

As I was  nursing my baby, my cousin's  six-year-old daughter, Krissy, came into the  room.  Never having seen anyone breast  feed before, she was intrigued and full of  all kinds of questions about what I was  doing. After mulling over my answers, she  remarked, 'My mom has some of those, but I  don't think she knows how to use them..' 

*****

Out  bicycling one day with my  eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn, I got a  little wistful. 'In ten years,' I said,  'you'll want to  be with your friends  and you won't go walking, biking, and  swimming with me like you do now.  Carolyn shrugged.  'In ten years you'll  be too old to do all those things  anyway.'

******

Working as a  pediatric nurse, I had the difficult  assignment of giving immunization shots to  children.... 
One day, I entered the  examining room to give four-year-old Lizzie her  needle. 'No, no, no!' she 
screamed.  'Lizzie,' scolded her mother,  'that's not polite behavior.'  With that,  the girl yelled even  louder, 'No, thank  you!  No, thank  you!

******

On the way back from a  Cub Scout meeting, my grandson innocently  said to my son, 'Dad, I know babies come from  mommies' tummies, but how do they get there in  the first place?'  After my son hemmed  and hawed awhile,  my grandson  finally spoke up in disgust, 'You don't have to  make up something, Dad.  It's okay if  you don't know the  answer.'

*****

Just  before I was deployed to Iraq , I sat  my eight-year-old son down and broke the  news to him.  'I'm
going to be away  for a long time,' I told  him.  'I'm  going to Iraq ..'   'Why?'  he asked. 'Don't you know there's a war  going on  over  there?'

*****

Paul Newman founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp  for children stricken with cancer, AIDS,  and blood diseases. One afternoon, he and  is wife, Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have  lunch with the kids.  A counselor at a  nearby table, suspecting the young  patients wouldn't know Newman was a famous movie  star, explained, That's the man who made this  camp possible. Maybe you've seen his picture  on his salad dressing bottle?'  Blank stares. 'Well, you've probably  seen his face on his lemonade carton.'  An eight-year-old girl perked  up.  'How long was he missing?'

*****

... and my  personal favorite ...God's  Problem  Now:

His wife's  graveside service was just barely finished, when  there was a massive clap of  thunder, followed by a tremendous  bolt of  lightning, accompanied by even  more thunder rumbling in the distance.  The little, old man looked  at  the  pastor and calmly said, "Well, she's  there."

 

175

The Coffee Shop / Got this from Iggy humourous

« on: July 21, 2011, 01:36:59 am »

Iggy has family not seen in years, visiting from OZ along with his wife's broken elbow, which the Dr.s have decided to let nature run it's course, no sling no cast just physical therapy, they claim she should recover about 80% use of the arm.
So that's why we haven't seen his smiling face for a while. He did take the time to send me this. Enjoy
Gabby
 
The  Haircut

One day a florist went to a barber for a haircut.  After the cut, he asked about his bill, and the barber replied, 'I cannot accept money from you, I'm doing community service this week.' The florist was pleased and left the shop. When the barber went to open his shop the next morning, there was a 'thank you' card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door.

Later,  a cop comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill,  the barber again replied, 'I cannot accept money from you , I'm  doing community service this week...' The cop was happy and left the shop. The next morning when the barber went to open up, there was a 'thank you' card and a dozen donuts waiting for him at his door.

Then a Member of Parliament came in for a haircut, and when he went to pay his bill, the barber again replied, 'I can not accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The Member of Parliament was very happy and left the shop. The next morning, when the barber went to open up, there were a dozen other Members of Parliament lined up waiting for a free haircut.

And  that, my friends, illustrates the fundamental difference between the citizens of our country, and the politicians who run it!

BOTH  POLITICIANS  AND  NAPPIES 
NEED TO BE CHANGED  OFTEN   
AND FOR THE SAME REASON!


 
 
 
 

176

The Coffee Shop / a little more humor

« on: July 20, 2011, 01:04:37 pm »

 just love a story with a Happy Ending!

 

 

50th Anniversary......


 

A couple were celebrating 50 years together.. Their three kids,

all very successful, agreed to a Sunday dinner in their honor.

"Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad," gushed son number one .... 'Sorry I'm

running late. I had an emergency at the hospital with a patient, you

know how it is, and I didn't have time to get you a gift."


 

"Not to worry," said the father. "The important thing is that we're

all together today."


 

Son number two arrived and announced, "You and Mom look great, Dad.

I just flew in from Los Angeles between depositions and didn't have

time to shop for you."


 

"It's nothing," said the father. "We're glad you were able to come."


 

Just then the daughter arrived. "Hello and happy anniversary! I'm

sorry, but my boss is sending me out of town and I was really busy

packing so I didn't have time to get you anything.."


 

After they had finished dessert, the father said, "There's something

your mother and I have wanted to tell you for a long time. You see,

we were very poor. Despite this, we were able to send each of you to

college. Throughout the years your mother and I knew that we loved

each other very much, but we just never found the time to get

married."


 

The three children gasped and all said, "You mean we're bastards?"


 

"Yep," said the father. "And cheap ones too."

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The Coffee Shop / more humor

« on: July 20, 2011, 12:52:45 pm »

A lot of these apply to me. (COMMENTS INSIDE PARENTHASIES ARE MINE) Spell check says I got that 25 cent word right, how about that?
Gabby
Enjoy

Adult Truths......some sure hit home!
 

1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary? (back then we called it Long Hand!)

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.

13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

16. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay. (I prefer Miller Genuine Draft, what's with all these "Lite" beers?)

17. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

19. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said? (WHAT?  )

20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!

21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

22. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

23. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.

24. The first testicular guard, the "Cup," was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.

Ladies...Quit Laughing. (ESPECIALLY  MARION)   

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The Coffee Shop / I'll let you figure it out. - humor

« on: July 20, 2011, 04:14:01 am »

DO NOT KNOW OR CARE IF THIS IS ACTUALLY TRUE BUT LIKE THE SOUTHERN ATTITUDE
Subject: Democrat, Republican, or Southerner?



OK

 
Finally, a grading system that is honest and upright and is able to handle

 

 

personal terrorism completely and finally.

 

 

Are you a Democrat, a Republican, or a Southerner?

 

 

Here is a little test that will help you decide.

 

 

The answer can be found by posing the following question:

 

 

You're walking down a

 

 

Deserted street with your wife

 

 

And two small children.

 

 

Suddenly, a Terrorist with a huge knife

 

 

Comes around the corner,

 

 

Locks eyes with you,

 

 

Screams obscenities,

 

 

Raises the knife, and charges at you...

 

 

You are carrying a

 

 

Kimber 1911 cal. 45 ACP, and you are an expert shot.

 

 

You have mere seconds before he reaches you and your family.

 

 

What do you do?


 

 

THINK CAREFULLY AND

 

 

THEN SCROLL DOWN:

 

 

Democrat's Answer:

 
*   Well, that's not enough information to answer the question!

*   What is a Kimber 1911 cal. 45 ACP?

*   Does the man look poor or oppressed?

*   Is he really a terrorist? Am I guilty of profiling?

*   Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?

*   Could we run away?

*   What does my wife think?

*   What about the kids?

*   Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his hand?

*   What does the law say about this situation?

*   Does the pistol have appropriate safety built into it?

*   Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message does this send to society and to my children?

*   Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me?

*   Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be content just to wound me?

*   If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he was stabbing me?

*   Should I call 9-1-1?

*   Why is this street so deserted?

*   We need to raise taxes, have paint & weed day.

*   Can we make this a happier, healthier street that would discourage such behavior.

*   I need to debate this with some friends for a few days and try to come to a consensus.

*   This is all so confusing!

 ............ .......... ......... ......... ......... .........

 .................. ...

 
Republican's Answer:

 
BANG!

 ........... .......... ......... .......... ......... .........

 .............

 Southerner's Answer:

 
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

 
BANG ! BANG! BANG! BANG!

 
Click..... (Sounds of reloading)

 
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!

 
Click

 
Daughter: 'Nice grouping, Daddy!'

 
'Were those the Winchester Silver Tips or Hollow Points?!

 
Son: 'Can I shoot the next one?!'

 
Wife: 'You ain't taking that to the Taxidermist!

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Brag Forum / Project#4 DONE

« on: July 19, 2011, 06:38:06 pm »

I've added my finished gift to the gallery, but thought I'd add the brag and photo here too. It's a shell trivet from Grampa I think. Correction it's from Arpop . I've written all the particulars in the gallery. I'm open to comments pro or con, I have thick skin and a thick skull!
Beat you to it Marion.  
I hope you enjoy,
Gabby
PS much more fun than cutting letters!!!!!!

180

The Coffee Shop / Duck hunting?

« on: July 18, 2011, 08:38:08 pm »

I haven't a clue if it's true or not, but it is funny.
Gabby


UNBELIEVABLE!!

ABSOLUTELY A TRUE STORY HEARD ON A WISCONSIN RADIO STATION

REPORTING ON THE INCIDENT.

A guy buys a new Lincoln Navigator for $42,500.00 with monthly payments of $560.00.
 
He and a friend go duck hunting in upper Wisconsin .
It's mid-winter.............and of course all of the lakes are frozen.
 
These two guys go out on the ice with their GUNS, a DOG, and of course the new NAVIGATOR.
They decide they want to make a natural looking open water area for the ducks to focus on, something for the decoys to float on.

Now..................making a hole in the ice large enough to invite a passing duck, is going to take a little more power than the average drill auger can produce. So........................out of the back of the new Navigator comes a stick of dynamite with a short 40 second-fuse.

Our two Rocket Scientists...........afraid they might slip on the ice while trying to run away after lighting the fuse (and becoming toast, along with the Navigator), decide on the following course of action:
 
- they light the 40 second fuse; then, with a mighty thrust,
- they throw the stick of dynamite as far away as possible.

Remember a couple of paragraphs back when I mentioned the NAVIGATOR, the GUNS, and the DOG...?
 
Let's talk about the dog:
 
A highly trained Black Lab used for RETRIEVING; especially things thrown by the owner.
You guessed it......................The dog takes off across the ice at a high rate of speed and grabs the stick of dynamite, with the burning 40-second fuse........... just as it hits the ice.

The two men swallow, blink, start waving their arms and, with veins in their necks swelling to resemble stalks of rhubarb, scream and holler at the dog to stop.
 
The dog, now apparently cheered on by his master, keeps coming.
One hunter panics, grabs the shotgun and shoots the dog. The shotgun is loaded with #8 bird shot, hardly big enough to stop a Black Lab.

The dog stops for a moment, slightly confused, then continues on. Another shot, and this time the dog, still standing, becomes really confused and of course terrified, thinks these two geniuses have gone insane!!!!!!

The dog takes off to find cover, UNDER the brand new Navigator.

The men continue to scream as they run. The red hot exhaust pipe on the truck touches the dog's rear end...................he yelps, drops the dynamite under the truck and takes off after his master.

Then KA BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The truck is blown to bits and sinks to the bottom of the lake, leaving the two idiots standing there with 'I can't believe this just happened' looks on their faces.

The insurance company says that sinking a vehicle in a lake by illegal use
of explosives is NOT COVERED by the policy. And he still had yet to make
the first of those $560.00 a month payments.

The dog is okay....doing fine.

And to think you thought all Rednecks lived in the South.......