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  • Go2Glenn Go2Glenn Jun 6, 2004 7:42 PM Flag

    Just Damn!

    Still here after all these "years." What is the Doc doing now. Counting his gold probably. Gen, did we ever figure out how to burry a dead mule? If it ever goes to the 50's level, I will recover my losses. Go ole PZN. Now, I will have an adult beverage and go bass fish'in. (OT) Can anyone advise regarding the culture of Catalpa trees (fishing bait)?

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    • G2G, the General doesn't recall that we were addressing that matter. However, your question fired a long-dormant synapse and brought to the General's dementiad mind a gag from a comedy LP (assuming everyone reading this knows what an 'LP' is/was) that the General expects was produced sometime in the early '60s.

      It was a recording entitled, You Don't Have To Be Irish and the comedian was a fella by the name of Jimmy Joyce. Joyce recounts his growing up in the Irish part of Boston (so w-w-c should be able to get some mileage out of this) and mostly tells tales about his aunt & inebriate uncle and the local parish priet, Fr. Sweeney.

      It seems that Fr. Sweeney woke up one morning and, looking out of his bedroom window, spied a dead jackass on his front lawn (Joyce adds, in an aside, that "Oh, we have a lot of 'em in Boston"). So he phones the chief of police and tells him,

      "Chief, I've got a dead jackass on my lawn."

      The chief responds,

      "Well, isn't it the duty of the clergy to take care of the deceased?"

      And Fr. Sweeney answers,

      "It is, but I thought that I would first call up and notify the next-of-kin."

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      • Thanks for that story, General. I will get some mileage out of it. While on the subject of the Parish Priest, I'll reciprocate with another one:

        A little boy was sitting on the curb with a gallon of turpentine and shaking it up and watching all the bubbles.

        A little while later a Priest came along and asked the little boy what he had. The little boy replied, "This is the most powerful liquid in the world, its called turpentine."

        The Priest said, "No, the most powerful liquid in the world is Holy Water. If you take some of this Holy Water and rub it on a pregnant women's belly, she'll pass a hansome, healthy baby boy."

        The little boy replied, "That ain't nothin'. You take some of this here turpentine and rub it on a cat's ass and he'll pass a motorcycle."

      • General, Sir: I'm sorry to report that you may have missed the point of G2G's post (but I did, as always, enjoy your story). He was refering to a really ancient thread. As a long time lurker, I seem to recall a discussion from about 5 years ago that went on forever about burying an old mule.

        The clue is Glenn's asking what Doc's up to these days. The point of the old thread, as I remember it, was that Doc, being a West Point Graduate (which, as you of course know, features a mule as its mascot), was the sorry ass who, we were hoping, would get buried.

        I don't know what happened to doc or babydoc, all I know is that the team that replaced them has done a hellava job cleaning up their mess.

    • Re: Catalpa trees - I'm not a fisherman but as I understand it, it's the worms that feed on them that are good bait.

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