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36 minutes ago, Bad Bascomb, SASS # 47,494 said:




And the tree says, "Ow, oow, ouch, stop it, those .22s don't exactly tickle, ouch, quit it, stop it, go away! Don't make me mad!"

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Host, “Mrs. Smith, for $100 can you tell me who was the first man on the Earth?”

Mrs. Smith smiles and said, “The answer is Adam.”

Host, “Correct. Now Mrs. Smith for $250 tell me who was the first woman on the Earth?”

Mrs. Smith proudly answers, “That was Eve!”

Host, “Correct again. Now Mrs. Smith for the Jackpot bonus question, tell me Eve’s first words to Adam.”

Mrs. Smith is thinking. She appears totally stumped. Thirty seconds goes by and finally she throws her arms in the air and says, “Gee that’s a hard one isn’t it.”

The Host says, “THAT’S RIGHT! Give this lady the jackpot

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When my hitch was up, my First Sergeant said, “I suppose you want to spit on my grave when I die.”


”No, First Sergeant, I never want to stand in line again.”


PS: I think he actually said pee.

Edited by Marshal Mo Hare, SASS #45984
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OK, OK, so they were Canadians and were released right away! 

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3 hours ago, Sedalia Dave said:


The Darling girl was married - matter of fact she had a baby and the Darlings were trying to hook the baby girl up with Opie (arranged marriage) - and Howard got married during the run of the show.

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One crisp winter morning in Sweden, a cute little girl named Greta woke up to a perfect world, one where there were no petroleum products ruining the earth. She tossed aside her cotton sheet and wool blanket and stepped out onto a dirt floor covered with willow bark that had been pulverized with rocks. “What’s this?” she asked.

“Pulverized willow bark,” replied her fairy godmother.

“What happened to the carpet?” she asked.

“The carpet was nylon, which is made from butadiene and hydrogen cyanide, both made from petroleum,” came the response.

Greta smiled, acknowledging that adjustments are necessary to save the planet, and moved to the sink to brush her teeth where instead of a toothbrush, she found a willow stick, mangled on one end to expose wood fibre bristles.

“Your old toothbrush?” noted her godmother, “Also nylon.”

“Where’s the water?” asked Greta.

“Down the road in the canal,” replied her godmother, ‘Just make sure you avoid water with cholera in it."

“Why’s there no running water?” Greta asked, becoming a little peevish.

“Well,” said her godmother, who happened to teach engineering at MIT, “Where do we begin?” There followed a long monologue about how sink valves need elastomer seats and how copper pipes contain copper, which has to be mined and how it’s impossible to make all-electric earth-moving equipment with no gear lubrication or tires and how ore has to be smelted to a make metal, and that’s tough to do with only electricity as a source of heat, and even if you use only electricity, the wires need insulation, which is petroleum-based, and though most of Sweden’s energy is produced in an environmentally friendly way because of hydro and nuclear, if you do a mass and energy balance around the whole system, you still need lots of petroleum products like lubricants and nylon and rubber for tires and asphalt for filling potholes and wax and iPhone plastic and elastic to hold your underwear up while operating a copper smelting furnace and . . .

“What’s for breakfast?” interjected Greta, whose head was hurting.

"Fresh, range-fed chicken eggs,” replied her godmother. “Raw.”

“How so, raw?” inquired Greta.

“Well, . . .” And once again, Greta was told about the need for petroleum products like transformer oil and scores of petroleum products essential for producing metals for frying pans and in the end was educated about how you can’t have a petroleum-free world and then cook eggs. Unless you rip your front fence up and start a fire and carefully cook your egg in an orange peel like you do in Boy Scouts. Not that you can find oranges in Sweden anymore.

“But I want poached eggs like my Aunt Tilda makes,” lamented Greta.

“Tilda died this morning,” the godmother explained.
“Bacterial pneumonia.”

“What?!” interjected Greta. “No one dies of bacterial pneumonia! We have penicillin.”

“Not anymore,” explained godmother “The production of penicillin requires chemical extraction using isobutyl acetate, which, if you know your organic chemistry, is petroleum-based. Lots of people are dying, which is problematic because there’s not any easy way of disposing of the bodies since backhoes need hydraulic oil and crematoriums can’t really burn many bodies using as fuel Swedish fences and furniture, which are rapidly disappearing - being used on the black market for roasting eggs and staying warm.”

This represents only a fraction of Greta’s day, a day without microphones to exclaim into and a day without much food, and a day without carbon-fibre boats to sail in, but a day that will save the planet.

Tune in tomorrow when Greta needs a root canal and learns how Novocain is synthesized.

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