The Bells
My uncle was in the fertilized egg business when I was young. He had several
hundred young layers, called pullets, and 8 or 10 roosters whose job was to
fertilize the eggs.
My uncle kept records and any rooster or pullet that didn't perform well
went into the pot and was replaced. Now this took an awful lot of time. So
when
my uncle saw a set of eight tiny bells that each rang a different tone he
promptly bought them.
He glued a piece of foam rubber to each clapper shaft so the bell wouldn't
ring except when violently shaken. He hung a bell on each rooster's neck
and went and mixed a Mint Julep. Now he could sit on the porch and sip while
filling out an efficiency report on the roosters by listening to the
different tones of the bells and marking down each encounter.
My uncle's favorite rooster was old Brewster. A very fine specimen he was
and his bell did not ring all morning. Uncle went to investigate.
Several roosters were chasing pullets, bells a-ringing.Brewster had his bell
in his beak so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and
walk on to the next one.
Uncle was so proud of Brewster he entered him in the county fair. Brewster
was an overnight sensation.
They not only awarded him the No Bell Prize but also the Pullet Sur-Prize.
-----Original Message-----
From: MarkNoakes@aol.com <MarkNoakes@aol.com>
To: oletrucks@autox.team.net <oletrucks@autox.team.net>
Date: Wednesday, November 03, 1999 6:08 PM
Subject: [oletrucks] Off Subject: Humor. . .again. . .
|Tim. . .hope you don't mind my using your rejoinder as an intro/excuse to
|send another. . .no rebuke yet. . .
|
|Mark
|
|In a message dated 11/3/99 10:22:43 AM, you wrote:
|
|<<I've personally missed this part of oletrucks! Why don't you put me on
your
|"humor list" to forward to if others at oletrucks don't appreciate the "off
|subject" material. Thanks again, Mark. ( I just thought you lost your sense
|of humor!!!)
|
| Tim
| '50 chev 1/2 t dlx>>
|
|Here's one that I sent my wife. . .who is blonde and a chemical engineer
and
|sometimes explains her neural lapses by claiming that "the blonde is
|momentarily holding the engineer hostage". . . .or by claiming that she is
|having a "blonde" moment. . .
|
|>>A blonde was driving her car home one night when she suddenly
|>>found herself in the middle of a really bad hail storm. The hail stones
|>>were as big as golf balls. Her car was dented badly. The next day
|>>she took it to a repair shop. The repair guy, noticing that she was
|>>blond, decided to have some fun. He told her to blow into the tail
|>>pipe really hard when she got home, and the dents would pop out.
|>>When she got home she started blowing into the tail pipe, and her
|>>blonde girl friend saw her. Her friend was startled and said "What
|>>are you doing?" and thinking the worst. She told her the repair guy
|>>had told her to blow into the tail pipe really hard and the dents would
|>>pop out. Her girl friend said, "Well duhhhh...you need to roll up the
|>>windows first."
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