Tuesday, June 3, 2008

A Fishin' Story

Mais, I hadn't been to the ol' fishin' hole in quite a while ... so the other day I grabbed my fishing pole, bait, and a five-gallon bucket ( to pick any wild strawberries that was growing around the pond ).

Along 'bout dat time, as I neared the pond, I heard voices shoutin' and laughin' with glee, and as I got more closer I saw a bunch of young women, musta been 5 or 4 of'em, a'frolicking & skinny dippin' in the pond ... nekkid as the day they was borned ~ not a stich on'em, tru dat!!

Sooo, being the country gentleman I am, I made them nekkid female women aware of my presence ... and they all swum into the deep end of the pond, lickety-split. One of the women shouted to me, "We're not coming out until you leave!"

To which I frowned and replied, "I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim nekkid or make you get out of the pond nekkid, me, no."

And then I held up dat bucket 'n said, "I'm just here to feed the alligators..."

Moral of this story: Old men can still think fast.


When You're Up To Your Ass In Alligators
It's Sometimes Difficult To Remind Yourself
That Your Initial Objective
Was To Drain The Swamp

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Great story. I was called an alligator as a kid because I was all mouth and no ears. Edder