Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 14:39:25 -0500
Reply-To: John Rodgers <inua@HIWAAY.NET>
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From: John Rodgers <inua@HIWAAY.NET>
Subject: Re: Fryeday Follyes - Continued from Fryeday 13th
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I appreciate the curious mind.......Albert Einstein was among
those....
For all Vanagoneers who had the curiosity to ask...consider yourselves among
the
REALLY elite.Vanagon drivers and curious!<Grin>
*****
Two stories told...one on Friday 13th, the other on Oct 20..... seemingly
unrelated, yet connected only by a block of wood between the jaws of a
small dog. The jaws of the dog in the one story holding the block of
wood from the other story is what binds the two stories. Whats the
point? Absolutely none.
The joke is that this two part story has got to be the most stupid
to ever be told!!!! And people are really funny in their reaction to
telling of this tale over the course of a couple of days or more.
I know, I know, I have a strange sense of humor.
But they were driving Vanagons......And it was Fryeday!! (Grin)
John Rodgers
88GL Driver
John Rodgers wrote:
> The husband and wife were tooling down the highway in their Carat,
> windows up, A/C on, a lapyap dog in her lap, a big stogie in the corner
> of his mouth. The smoke was irritating the woman. The dog didn't like it
> either, picked up on her distress and was barking in the small dog high
> pitched voice they all have.
>
> She said to the man "Why don't you get rid of that smelly cigar?? Then
> my dog wouldn't bark." To which he retorted, "Get rid of that yapping
> mongrel and I'll consider it. It was a stalemate.
>
> Miles passed, the smoke and yapping continued. Finally the woman said
> "All right, stop the van, and I will put the dog out! You get rid of
> that cigar!!"
>
> Surprised, the man crested the next hill and pulled over. He really did
> want to get rid of that dog.
>
> The woman opened the door, put the dog on the ground. The man dropped
> his cigar onto the ground. They pulled back onto the highway.
>
> In just a bit the man began to want a cigar. He reached into his jacket
> breast pocket and found he had run out of his favorites. He thought of
> that cigar he had left a ways back and decided to go get it. He slowed,
> turned around and started back up the road. The wife was glad...she
> wiped the tears from her eyes as she thought about maybe recovering her
> little dog.
>
> Just as they topped the hill, what did they see???? Here came the little
> dog toward them in a brisk trot, something in his mouth.
>
> They got a little closer, and they were astounded. Can you imagine what
> was in the dogs month?
>
> That wooden block!!!
>
> John Rodgers
> 88GL Driver enjoying Fryeday
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