Extremely Tense Situations

There was tension,




In my britches

 

Volts or Amps?
There is a difference.
Did she liked it or ran away screaming, blaming the Volts?

 

Our kids are 25, 23, 22. Mama's still hot

 

What happened to #24?
Nothing bad, I hope.

 

That's my name for beer. No coincidence there's 24 beers in a case, 24 hours in a day.

 

You deserve a prize for being extremely funny and articulate.
It's rare, but it happens.
Name your prize, Sir.
Anything except an International Prostar with a Maxxforce engine.
Navistar just bought the last of them miracles.
As of today they are priceless.

 

We are trying hard.
We have a lot of potential.
Almost there.

 

Please pick up your tomorrow printed issue from your favorite vendor. It's free.
You'll ask for more, maybe.

 

Summer of ‘79 Some July Saturday night around midnight. 6 adults and us two kids riding in my dads ‘72 FJ40 winding along a northern Bexar county dirt road headed back out to a ranch in Bulverde. This road was lined with thick dusty hill country cedar trees and canopied with huge live oaks so it was dark and easy to over drive your head lights even at 45 mph. We are tooling along and I’m pretty much fighting to stay awake and all of a sudden I hear oh ####! What the #### was that?! as my dad is standing on the brakes sliding sideways to a stop! One of his friends jumps out with a flashlight and shines it over to the spot in the middle of the road behind us as he’s walking toward it. All I hear him yell back is “it’s a gorilla’s foot” and I see him pick it up and start carrying it back with both hands. I start freaking out and screaming don’t bring that thing back here. He brings it back laughing as he sets it up on the side of the land cruiser and I’m kicking and screaming for it to get off and out of here!


Dang thing was concrete. A freaking piece of a large statue. Must of fallen off a truck being delivered somewhere. Weird place for it though. Whole time in my young mind I thought it was real. I well never forget that episode.