Double Story

Ok...so we just have to build another one, and reverse the signs, then all's fair.... harhar

A little one line laugh (Thanks Robyn!)

The rooster, you know, was going around the barnyard. He kept bragging about himself you know, crowing about himself all day.
And the hens, you know, got so tired of it. They kept following him around-saying "talk, talk talk TALK talk, talk!"

A Laugh...

Ole got a job as a widow washer with his friend Sven. Well, he got so tired of cleaning up those bird splatters. But then Sven told him "well, ya know, could be vorse. It's a blessing cows dun't fly."

You might be.....laughing.....

I have been thinking of joke lists again…..here the result…….

You might be from Seremban IF:

The sight of a slightly upturned Minang Kabau roof peak is the comforting appeal of home.
Your favorite local food court operators smile when they see you coming.
You think it is unpatriotic to not like siew pow.
The words Seremban Beef Noodle are one single word in your vocabulary. (Thanks Min Chee!)
You know every pothole by sight and feel especially in Rahang. (Thanks Min Chee!)
You ocassionally call Pacific by the name Ocean or UdaOcean and everyone knows what you mean.
You think a traffic jam is just par for the course in life.
You think an easily found and easily gotten parking stall means it is going to be a good day.
You gauge the town by the size and quality of its shopping complex.
You speak at least two dialects of any given language.
You know an alternate route to practically anywhere.
You recognize which roads are new-because they are straight.
The A & W is everyone’s favorite what? The landmark when giving directions. J

Ok, heres the game: You think of a few, and send it back to me! BTW, no harm intended if by chance you didn’t find my quip funny; I don’t mean any offense. This should be fun and entertaining! You might be from KL if…. You might be from NS if…. You know! Hey lets laugh a little folks.

And we can’t be telling jokes on Seremban unless I tell a few on myself…so here goes….

You might be from the sticks IF: (By Ruth)

You recognize more trees than people on your drive home. However, had there been any people out and about, you would have recognized them too.
You don't know the new guy yet, but you know whether he is a Ford guy, a Chevy guy, or his vehicle is in the "Other" category.
There are about 8 surnames that comprise most of your town.
Your town isn’t a town.
Your buddy from the city blinked and missed the road leading to the road that leads to your place.
Your town has three houses, two barns twenty cows a church and a bar.
Everyone for miles around recognizes your kids by their family resemblance.
The farm keeps the old name even after the farmer has died and gone to heaven, and a new farmer takes over. ((ex. "The Guillan Farm" though old man Guillan died in the 1940s))
Your town has more doggies than people.
Your town has more cows than people.
The big town has the school but all the little towns are a nicer place to be.
You had to travel uphill both ways to get to school for real.
You can see your neighbor’s barn peak but you can’t get there (by road) from here.
There are more deer than cows in your pasture at sundown tonight.
You can tell which neighbor is coming up your drive by the sound of his pickup.
You time your trips to town to avoid meeting the milk truck head on.
You have no secrets. You couldn’t have one if you wanted.
Everybody knows all about your business before you do.
You are more worried about your pregnant cattle’s health than your own.
You understand that MUD is actually what makes the world go 'round.
You believe a “grueling workout” involves hay.
Your idea of a good Saturday has anything to do with work.
Your dog means more to you than most people and just slightly more to you than your truck.
“Pistol packin’ mama” sounds sexy to you.
You choose your friends by the color of their tractor. (ok, JK, we are not that trivial really. Are we?)
The idea of visiting “real civilization” has to be well thought out before being attempted.
You agree that the local country rock/country hits station is a cultural soliloquy on how life really is.
You can't spell solioquy. soliloquiy. soliloquie. soliloqy. Whatever. You know the locations of all the roads that used to be (in your area). Even though they cease to exist!
You are convinced you could easily beat the Power Rangers and your weapon of choice is a pitchfork.

Anything to add?? Come on buddies, this should be good!

How's the Fishing in that big Boat?

Thank You to Curtis who sent me this one. (Smiles!)

The sunday school teacher asked the children "Did Noah do alot of fishing when he was in the ark?"

After some thinking little Joey answers: "No."

No? she questioned.

"Well, how could he with only two worms, teacher?"