There was once a little boy who lived in the country. They had to use an outhouse, which the little boy hated because it was hot in the summer, cold in the winter, and stank all the time. The outhouse was sitting on the bank of a creek and the boy determined that one day he would push that outhouse into the creek.

One day after a spring rain, the creek was swollen, so the little boy decided it was the perfect day to push the outhouse into the creek. So he got a large stick and started pushing. Finally, the outhouse toppled into the creek and floated away.

That night his dad told him they were going to the woodshed. Knowing that meant a spanking, the little boy asked why. The dad replied, "Someone pushed the outhouse into the creek today. It was you, wasn't it, son?" The boy answered yes.

Then he thought for a moment and said, "Dad, I read in school today that George Washington chopped down a cherry tree and didn't get into trouble because he told the truth."

The dad replied, "Well, son, George Washington's father wasn't in that cherry tree."

 

 

 

bahahahahahaha...

 

:trombone glissandos:

 

or start a web site....

 

That was unexpected.

 

i'm sure it was....

 

Hate it when that happens...

 

... I was at a race in Bristol, TN... we were camping near the track, which is basically on a hole. Fairly steep hills all around. Anyway, I was relieving myself in the porta potti, when I heard this rumbling coming my way. I quickly realized that it was one of the drunk guys racing down the hill on a cart (radio flyer type)... coming straight at me. I thought I was going to die in that shitter...


... the guy missed by a foot or two, showering the outside with stones...