Laugh for the day...............

[Bob Wright]

I was running errands this morning, and stopped at an Office Depot to buy some ink cartridges for my printer. As I shopped, I recognized my gunsmith. After I talked with him a bit I moved on to the check-out counter. Then I noticed him behind me. And, looking into his basket was a roll of duct tape.

"Keith," I said, "that don't (poor grammar, I know, but for effect...........) look too good."

Glancing down, he caught my drift and chortled.

To the man in front of me, I explained, "He's my gunsmith."

Keith added, "At least I'm not buying baling wire."

Bob Wright

 

[Pal Val]

Talk about answers.... My grandfather was a rancher, and part of his daily routine was to ride the fence, as cattle rustlers were a common problem. He used to tell the story about one day when he spotted a man holding a pair of wire cutters by the fence. He drew his gun and fired a shot into the fence post next to him. The man turned around and said - "Good shot! You hit the post dead center!" My grandpa said - "Bad shot. I was aiming for your head."

Never saw the man again.

 

[Merle1948]

Talk about answers.... My grandfather was a rancher, and part of his daily routine was to ride the fence, as cattle rustlers were a common problem. He used to tell the story about one day when he spotted a man holding a pair of wire cutters by the fence. He drew his gun and fired a shot into the fence post next to him. The man turned around and said - "Good shot! You hit the post dead center!" My grandpa said - "Bad shot. I was aiming for your head."

Never saw the man again.

I guess you could call that a motivational moment!!! :lol:

 

[Pal Val]

I guess you could call that a motivational moment!!! :lol:[/quote]


Nobody messed with my grandpa. He was a ruddy-faced, red-haired Spaniard, 5'5" and about 120 lbs, but he was feisty. People called him "the devil". Started as a mule driver when he was 12, and by age 18 he owned a ranch and a herd of cattle. He was a fearless businessman who earned and lost his fortune at least three times in his lifetime, ending up owning a small harware store at the time he died. He had lost a 2,800 acre farm in a failed business deal.

 

[Mag-force]

I guess he got his point across. Funny