Q: What is the American Indian word for "lousy hunter"?A: Vegetarian.
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A group of guys went out deer hunting.
They drew straws to find out who would start doing the cooking.
The guy who drew the short straw made a rule: "If anybody complains about my cooking, then he must take over doing the cooking."
The first day, nobody complained.
On the second day, the cook went out and got a dead groundhog and threw it into the pot fur and all.
Nobody complained.
On the third day, the cook added deer turds to the pot.
Finally, a complaint!
One guys sputtered, "This tastes like sh*t!" Pause. "Good, though! Good, though!"
More jokes welcome in the comments section.
7 comments:
Sounds like complain or die.
This must be why my husband eats anything with gusto no matter how badly I burn it. ;)
Hey Mr. AOW, how's the cuff working out?
Two hunters went moose hunting every winter without success. Finally, they came up with a foolproof plan. They got a very authentic female moose costume and learned the mating call of a female moose. The plan was to hide in the costume, lure the bull, then come out of the costume and shoot the bull. They set themselves up on the edge of a clearing, donned their costume and began to give the moose love call. Before long, their call was answered as a bull came crashing out of the forest and into the clearing. When the bull was close enough, the guy in front said, "Okay, let's get out and get him." After a moment that seemed like an eternity, the guy in the back shouted, "The zipper is stuck! What are we going to do?" The guy in the front says, "Well, I'm going to start nibbling grass, but you'd better brace yourself."
Duck,
I will respond for my husband because he's exhausted lately. Therapy has been grueling and causes Mr. AOW to sleep a lot, but the progress is astounding.
The cuffs ($10,000 each!) have been abandoned now. Mr. AOW walks better and faster without a cuff! The wonderful PT therapist used one of the cuffs for training (waking up nerves and muscles), and now Mr. AOW is moving on to using the pedals, which force him to use a pushing-off motion. We're hoping that he'll graduate to an exercise bike.
We need to work on incrementally getting that potty chair moved out of the living room.
Lately, the OT has been working on getting Mr. AOW to get himself dressed. Success! He can even put on and take off his shoes and his AFO brace! Do you know how significant this is for me? I'm not Mr. AOW's "mother" anymore! In fact, the therapist, as of yesterday, has ORDERED me not to help him so much with his ADL's.
Mr. AOW has a long way to go, of course. He is scheduled for a lot more therapy, and our hope is that he can return to work part time next year. That may be a pipe dream, but we are working toward that goal.
As I look back to three years ago -- when our lives here were hell -- I am amazed at what's been and being accomplished.
Thanks for asking, Duck. You and I have our differences and disputes, but I do appreciate your asking how things are going.
BTW, I'm going to use your photo "Mist" in my Halloween post.
AOW, I may have taken that photo down I'm bumping up against my limit).
If it is down, I'll put it up again tonight.
Duck,
I already have "Mist" nabbed and queued up for publication at my blog.
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