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Sid    Posted 10-24-2002 at 20:13:55       [Reply]  [No Email]
What if we had a liars contest. I remember one time we had to haul water we only had a two hundred gallon tank but after a few trips I got to where I could get in it while filling and trampeled it down got as much as two hundred thirty gallons on one trip. My cousin could then stack another fifty gallon on top of that and he didn't even have to tie it down.

New Autumn to May Verse__Xpltivdletd    Posted 10-25-2002 at 11:56:38       [Reply]  [No Email]
Oh, once I had a Dinosaur,
Her color it was green.
She lived under the kitchen sink,
Behind the Mister Clean®.
She favored wood and paper,
With teeth so very fine,
If I forgot to feed her,
On my homework she would dine!
Sing, tarry all day,
Sing, tarry all day,
Sing, Autumn to May.

Verse ©1994 by Xpltivdletd. All rights reserved; lefts may be negotiable. Actual song ©by someone with actual talent. RKBA! Regards, all.

Ana - nuttin but truth    Posted 10-25-2002 at 06:16:39       [Reply]  [No Email]
For sure, we had this old dug-well on our property that we did use anymore, so we divided it up and sold the holes for post-holes. Did all right!

But Pa tells the story about being so good looking in his younger days that when he drove around town in his old Ford pickup that he had to carry a wet gunny sack with him to beat off the girls.

big fred    Posted 10-25-2002 at 06:49:17       [Reply]  [No Email]
I once bought a bunch of post holes that a feller had made from a cut up basement. I hadda take 'em back, though. They were so poorly made they wouldn't hold dirt.

DHunter n NOLa    Posted 10-25-2002 at 05:00:01       [Reply]  [No Email]
I seen a feller caught a real old catfish what wus so full of hooks n chains hangin out'n his mouth n stuff that the man culdn't clean him...just cut him up and sold him for scrap iron.

big fred - dumb horse    Posted 10-24-2002 at 21:21:13       [Reply]  [No Email]
When I was a lad my dad had a field of popcorn. This was back in the great hot spell we had a few decades back. Well, that one August day, the mercury hit 140, and the danged horse went berserk from the heat and busted outa the fence. That danged horse took off and ended up in the cornfield, which coincidentally had gotten so cooked on the stalk that it started poppin' right there in the field. Stupid horse saw the fluffy white mounds of popcorn, thought it was snow and laid down and froze to death on the hottest day of the year.

No thanks, I ain't interested in yer liar's contest. I value my integrity too much to ever sully it with a mistruth.

Sid    Posted 10-25-2002 at 04:58:11       [Reply]  [No Email]
That good to hear big fred having an honest man post I must confess that my cousin had to tie down the extra fifty gal. He could only get forty five on without tying it down.

Bentcrank honest fish story    Posted 10-24-2002 at 20:30:58       [Reply]  [No Email]
My oldest uncle caught him a catfish whilst he was asleep with the pole tied to his wrist. We did not hear from that man for two week until he called collect from Tallulah, Mississippi. We lived near to Fulton, Tennesee at that time. He swore to his grave that the fish yanked him down river that far. He complained about mud in his ears for the remaining years he lived. My daddy said it wernt the mud but the cuffing aunt Maude kept givin him.

DeadCarp - (shudder)    Posted 10-25-2002 at 03:47:14       [Reply]  [No Email]
Know whatof you spake - i used to have an aunt like Maude. She was thrifty too - hung so many of those mail-order gas-saving devices on her old Hudson, the gas tank dribbled over everywhere she went! Oh well, us kids never had to buy gas for our bicycles!

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