Dad Signs, Cont.

H/T @namelessCynic of the electronic twittering device

GROANNNN…

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  1. Jimmy T says:

    So a Texan stopped at a local restaurant following a day roaming around in Spain. While sipping his wine, he noticed a sizzling, scrumptious looking platter being served at the next table. Not only did it look good, the smell was wonderful. He asked the waiter, “What is that you just served?” The waiter replied, “Si senor, you have excellent taste! Those are called Cojones de Toro, bull’s testicles from the bull fight this morning. A delicacy!” The cowboy said, “What the heck, bring me an order.” The waiter replied, “I am so sorry senor. There is only one serving per day because there is only one bull fight each morning.” “If you come early and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy.” The next morning, the cowboy returned, placed his order, and that evening was served the one and only special delicacy of the day. After a few bites, inspecting his platter, he called to the waiter and said, “These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday.” The waiter shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Si,Senor. Sometimes the bull wins.”

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    • Ten Bears says:

      Puffed up Texas “cowboy” comes up to my old stompin’ grounds, The Alvord Desert, gonna’ show us how it’s done. Stops into the hotel at French Glen for a cold can of Coors Lite, puffs himself up and say’s “Boys, back on my ranch I get up in the morning, get in my truck when the sun comes up, and when the goes down I’m still on my ranch!”

      Old Eastern Oregon Baquerro leans forward onto all four legs, drops his feet from the table to the floor, pushes his chapeau back up off of his forehead, takes a long pull off his pint of rooty-tooty fruity fruity fruit beer and say’s “Yeah, yeah, I used to have a truck like that.”

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      • Jimmy T says:

        I’ve been to French Glen. Camped at the State Park there, then drove up to the lookout on the Steens. Man what a spectacular view of the Alvord. We did most of our backcountry trips at Hart Mt. when we could find the time. I’m pretty sure they both exist in an alternate universe, desolate and yet strangely compelling. Fun times with the family before the kids grew up…

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  2. I’d tell you the joke about the crappy inkjet, but it’s unprintable.

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  3. Dennis Cole says:

    Aaannnnnnnd……that paper joke pretty much wraps it up for this evening.

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  4. Dennis Cole says:

    Yep, gonna sleep like a rock tonight – paper’s got me covered.

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  5. Ten Bears says:

    You guys are just tearing it up …

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  6. Dennis Cole says:

    So this young cowboy in Texas wins the trip of his dreams, by being the correct caller with the right answer, during the Grand Prize Giveaway Day. it’s an all-expenses-paid trip to NY City, with a 7-day stay at the Park Hyatt, meal vouchers, taxi-tickets, Uber and Lyft, and several guided tours through Historical Districts, and a museum or two, along with a tidy wad of cash, for tchotkes and such,like tips & incidentals.
    When his jewish buddy finds out, he tells the cowboy, “Listen when you get there, first thing ya gotta do, is go for a REAL, authentic NY experience, ya gotta eat at Nathan’s Delicatessen; you’ve never had food like that in your life! Delish!
    So once the cowboy arrives, and gets checked in, he goes downstairs, and has the doorman hail him a cab. The cowboy tells the driver his story, so the driver promptly whisks him to Nathan’s on Coney Island, where he relates the story to the counterman,who listens carefully, and then responds with a twinkle in his eye, “Got just the thing, right here, a nice big steaming bowl of Matzoh Ball Soup,” which he hands over, so the cowboy crosses the room to a booth he has picked out, and begins slurping the wonderful soup.
    He’s amazed at the balance of flavors, the heartiness, but most of all by the matzoh balls themselves, and he practically inhales his first serving, and then rushes back up to the counter, to ask for more. The counterman brings a fresh bowl, brimming with that delish, golden warmth, and as he goes to hand it over, the young bronc-buster leans closer, and asks in a soft voice, “I bet the rest of those Matzohs taste as good as their balls, don’t they?”

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