My favorite joke

[Mark Hofman]

Ole wanted to expand his hog operation, so he loaded four of his best sows in the back of his truck and drove them over to Lars' farm. Lars owned a very productive boar. Once he and Lars had the sows unloaded and in the pen with the boar, they stood there by the rail.



Ole asked, "How will I know dat your boar had done his ting?"

"Vell," Lars answered, "tomorrow morning, if you see da sows out eating grass, you'll know dat it verked."



Ole took the sows home that evening, but in the morning they weren't eating grass. So he loaded them up in his truck again and took them back to Lars. The next morning, the sows still weren't eating grass, so he repeated the trip for the third time.



On the next morning, while he was shaving, Ole realized that he had forgotten to check on the sows. He yelled down to his wife, Lena.



"Lena, are dem sows eating da grass???"



Lena looked out the kitchen window toward the hog pen. "No."



"Vell, dangnabbit, vat ARE dey doing?" yelled Ole.



Lena looked out the window again and yelled up to Ole .....





"Vell, three of dem are in da back of da truck and vun's in da cab honking da horn!"

 

[Staci Matheis]

OK, Mark! BUT..... Was Ole a good Luthern?!!?



Hey, we've got to schedule 2 fishing dates: Current River and, if you'd like, I've got to go take a look one of these days at some of the spots on Mark Twain.



How'd your vacation go?



me!

 

[Texas Transplant]

Frank had been wanting to go ice fishing for years, but never really had the equipment or the experience to try it. Finally, he got some instructional video's (you know - at the local BPS), bought the necessary equipment and went out one Saturday morning.



Upon arriving at the frozen over 'pond', he encountered his first problem. Just where do you go on the ice to find the fish? He chose his spot, got out his new power unit, attached the new 'bit', and started to make his hole.



A few minutes later, this big booming voice could be heard in the background. "There aren't any fish there.".



Upon hearing the 'voice', Frank picked up his gear and moved about 50 feet and started over. Again, the 'voice' came alive with the same advice. "There aren't any fish there either.". Once again Frank moved.



Frank figured that the third time would be the charm. He started drilling again, and once more the voice could be heard. This time with a different message.



"This is the manager of the galleria. There aren't any fish in the ice rink".

 

[Staci Matheis]

What ever did happed to Boron rods? Must have been 15 or 16 years ago that I bought an 8 foot 5 weight fly rod made of Boron..... Loved the action! And it was fairly inexpensive. Then, I left it on the roof of the truck one day as I drove off.....

 

[Barry Loos]

LOL - Just right for this time of day.



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