Ba-Dump Tissssh - Memes

[Chickasaw Bill SASS #70001]

DON"T forget to tip the wait staff 

[Chantry]

[Alpo]

One of those days

 

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

[Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062]

 

 

 

 

               ........ POW !! ....... right in the kisser !

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

[Rip Snorter]

18 minutes ago, Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L said:

That should be cause for a re volt.  I hate cooking the turkey! I only do one a year.  Even with a good thermometer, luck of the draw.

Edited December 14, 2025 by Rip Snorter

[Sgt. C.J. Sabre, SASS #46770]

44 minutes ago, Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L said:

I've been on missions with Stargate SG1 before.

[Sgt. C.J. Sabre, SASS #46770]

35 minutes ago, Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L said:

One of my gym shirts:

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

[Rip Snorter]

One of my gym shirts, somewhere in a drawer "You wouldn't be smiling if you knew what I am thinking."

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

[Cypress Sun]

29 minutes ago, Rip Snorter said:

That should be cause for a re volt.  I hate cooking the turkey! I only do one a year.  Even with a good thermometer, luck of the draw.

 

He probably turned the tester to Ohms. Check for continuity, tester beeps if the turkey is still moist. No beep, turkey is overdone.

[Rip Snorter]

10 minutes ago, Cypress Sun said:

 

He probably turned the tester to Ohms. Check for continuity, tester beeps if the turkey is still moist. No beep, turkey is overdone.

As in OHM, Mani Padme Hum?

[Chantry]

[Alpo]

[Wallaby Jack, SASS #44062]

17 hours ago, Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L said:

 

  ................. that's a scissor lock.

[Alpo]

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

[Injun Ryder, SASS #36201L]

[Alpo]

[Hardpan Curmudgeon SASS #8967]

[Linn Keller, SASS 27332, BOLD 103]

DELETED, WITH EGG ON MY FACE!

My apologies, and I'll try to come up with a thin and pitiful excuse -- hak-kaff! Har-rumph! -- I mean sound reason why this slip of the mental gears occurred!

 

 

Edited December 17, 2025 by Linn Keller, SASS 27332, BOLD 103

[Alpo]

1 hour ago, Linn Keller, SASS 27332, BOLD 103 said:

ARTIFACTS

I feel like I came into part 3 of a six-part television episode. I'm not real sure what was going on in that story, but I'm pretty sure this is not a meme.

 

Post in the wrong place?

[Chantry]

[DeaconKC]

5 hours ago, Linn Keller, SASS 27332, BOLD 103 said:

ARTIFACTS

Chief of Police Will Keller was a long way from home.

He'd gone East to pick up an artifact, something he honestly never thought he'd see again.

He raised a wooden cane -- his twin sister Willamina used it when her leg was healing, years before -- he knocked, carefully, on the front door of a house he'd not been to in better than a quarter of a century.

Later that day he climbed out of his rented car and walked the few steps to a tombstone he'd visited a decade before that.

THOMAS WHITINGTON, it read, and beside it, his wife: dates of birth, dates of death, and Will took a long breath, felt the weight of the little pistol in his inside coat pocket, his hand opening a little as if hoping someone was beside him, someone  who would put her hand in his like she'd done when last he stood here.

It didn't happen.

If she was here at all, she was dust, long since sunk into the ground: Rosalee died of diabetic complications -- Rosalee of the dark eyes and desperation, Rosalee who clung to him when she had no one else, Rosalee whose picture he took while she was petting a mink at a friend's farm, the mink laid over her shoulder and a soft look of wonder on her face.

Will considered the stone, the device engraved into smoothed Vermont granite.

"Brother Thomas," he said, "her grandson was supposed to have placed her ashes here on your grave. He never did let me know if he has or if he ever will."

Will reached into a coat pocket, pulled out a small paper sack, opened it.

"Peanuts," he said, "for the squirrels.  Rosie always liked squirrels."

Unsalted peanuts in the shell, sprinkled the length of the grave: another sack, sunflowers, for the blue jays, broadcast the width of the plot, and its length.

Will looked long at the stone, ran his eyes down the grave.

"Rosie," he murmured, "I gave you this little Bearkitty revolver when you left. You sold it to a professor when you were short on money, and I bought it back off him."

Will swallowed, closed his eyes, remembered how she felt when she leaned into him, remembered how she smelled when she laughed into his shirt front.

"I will not forget you," he whispered, then he turned and walked the few steps back to the rental car.

It was an old graveyard, in a founding city, across from a little short order restaurant that got its start selling hot dogs: Will pulled across the street and into the lot, and went inside, and ordered a hot dog like he and Rosie did, back when he was young and she was a librarian.

An old man with eyes full of memories looked across the street at a grave, and smiled as two bluejays landed and seized their treasures, took off as a squirrel hopped over to investigate.

Will bit into the hot dog, tasted mustard and onion and meat and memories.

If her grandson lets me know he's going to place her ashes, he thought, I'll come back for that.

Otherwise ...

He considered the fresh ache behind his breast bone, a too familiar feeling when he considered how many dead people he knew.

Will swallowed, eyes staring across at the grave and at a thousand memories of someone he'd known as a young man.

"Otherwise I'll not be back," he murmured into the end of the bitten bun: "rest easy, Rosie!"

An old man got into his car and headed back for the local crash patch airport.

 

I think you posted this here by mistake.

 

[Chicken Rustler, SASS #26680]

2 hours ago, DeaconKC said:

I think you posted this here by mistake.

 

I think you're right, but I still read it all the way through 

[Gracos Kid]

[Sedalia Dave]

 

[Sedalia Dave]