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Oct 7, 2016 06:57:46   #
slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
Armageddun wrote:
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Come on, Armie. Now, BB's head is gon'na swell that much more.

Wait a minute...is that even possible

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Oct 8, 2016 13:20:47   #
Armageddun Loc: The show me state
 
slatten49 wrote:
Come on, Armie. Now, BB's head is gon'na swell that much more.

Wait a minute...is that even possible




I try to be l
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Oct 8, 2016 15:06:47   #
AuntiE Loc: 45th Least Free State
 
badbobby wrote:
Poppa gringo bought a chicken farm,located on a quiet rural roadway.

As time went by,the traffic slowly increased and eventually got so heavy and so fast that his free range chickens were being run over at a rate of ten or twelve a week
Poppa called the local police chief and complained;"You gotta do somethin about my chickens being run over by the fast traffic at my place.Put up a sign or somethin!"

So the police put up a sign just in front of Poppas chicken farm.The sign read "School Crossing,slow down"
But two days later Poppa was on the phone again"These crazy drivers have just increased their speed.You must do something to slow them down"
So the police put up a new sign that read"Slow,children at play".But the cars just got faster and faster and more and more of Poppa's chickens were run over.
Desperate,Poppa took down the city's signs and put up one of his own.

A week later the police chief checked with Poppa"SO,how are the signs doin Poppa?'
Poppa said"Those signs didn't help at all chief,so I took them down and put up my own sign,and I haven't had a chicken run over since.
The police chief was curious and thought"well,if that works here,maybe we can use that sign at another trouble spot,to slow the traffic down".
So he drove out to look at the sign that poppa had put up.

Here's what the sign read

you ready?


"Nudist colony,slow down and look at the chicks"
Poppa gringo bought a chicken farm,located on a qu... (show quote)



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Oct 8, 2016 15:09:15   #
AuntiE Loc: 45th Least Free State
 
slatten49 wrote:
His idea for a chicken farm came from a fascination with breasts, legs and thighs.



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Oct 8, 2016 19:00:07   #
Armageddun Loc: The show me state
 
The real story about PaPa's chicken farm


PaPa Gringo has had chickens for quite a while. In fact, his biggest problem was keeping his roosters in good health. Being a gentleman chicken farmer, he was not aware that while one rooster can take care of several hens, if the number of hens gets beyond the rooster's capability to take care of all the hens, there is trouble on the chicken farm.

The old rooster was running out of steam so PaPa went to the feed store and ordered a new rooster. Upon arrival at his new home, the young rooster started eyeing, the best-looking hens.


While the old rooster was getting tired, he by no means was losing his wisdom and chicken yard smarts.
The young rooster strutted over to the old rooster and said, Hey old man, it's time you retired to the back of the chicken yard, there is a new man in charge so rest as your last days are not far away.

The old rooster said, well, well, well you seem like a gamblin man, as a sporting soul how about a little race. The young rooster thought there is nothing this old bird can beat me at, so he agreed.

The old rooster said ok, here are the rules; 3 times around the barn, winner take all. The young bird said no prob. old man. The old rooster said there is only one condition. The young bird said, just name it. The wise ole bird said you have to give me a 20-yard head start since I am much older.

The young rooster said no prob. I'll give you a thirty-yard head start.
The race will be held tomorrow. Both agreed.

The next day, it so happened that Slats showed up early that morning. PaPa Gringo, being a perfect host invited Slat's to have a quart of his ho-made recipe. Slats agreed and they went out on the front porch with each having a quart. Crystal clear.

As they sat and looked over the scenery. PaPa's place is beautiful, you can not only see the beautiful mountains in the distance, you can see the greenest pasture and spring fed ponds, but you can also see the large chicken pen and the chickens pecking and eating worms and grasshoppers as they are free ranging during the day.

All of the sudden, they observed the old rooster coming around the corner of the barn, he looked over his shoulder and tried to dig in to run faster. Next came the young rooster about 25 yards behind the old rooster. Soon they both disappeared around the back corner of the barn.

Just a short time later here came the old rooster again with the young rooster closing in. They disappeared again. This time, PaPa reached over and grabbed his ole 12 ga shotgun. Soon the old rooster appeared, the young rooster was about 10 yards behind. PaPa Gringo raised his old blunderbuss and shot the new rooster dead, flat out dead with one shot.

Slats being a city slicker jumped up out of the ole rockin chair he was a settin in and said, what in the world did you do that for? You just told me he was a brand new young bird.

PaPa said I'm gonna have to try a new feed store to purchase my roosters from. Why? Slats asked. PaPa said that's the third gay rooster they sold me in three weeks.

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Oct 8, 2016 20:06:59   #
Big dog
 
Armageddun wrote:
The real story about PaPa's chicken farm


PaPa Gringo has had chickens for quite a while. In fact, his biggest problem was keeping his roosters in good health. Being a gentleman chicken farmer, he was not aware that while one rooster can take care of several hens, if the number of hens gets beyond the rooster's capability to take care of all the hens, there is trouble on the chicken farm.

The old rooster was running out of steam so PaPa went to the feed store and ordered a new rooster. Upon arrival at his new home, the young rooster started eyeing, the best-looking hens.


While the old rooster was getting tired, he by no means was losing his wisdom and chicken yard smarts.
The young rooster strutted over to the old rooster and said, Hey old man, it's time you retired to the back of the chicken yard, there is a new man in charge so rest as your last days are not far away.

The old rooster said, well, well, well you seem like a gamblin man, as a sporting soul how about a little race. The young rooster thought there is nothing this old bird can beat me at, so he agreed.

The old rooster said ok, here are the rules; 3 times around the barn, winner take all. The young bird said no prob. old man. The old rooster said there is only one condition. The young bird said, just name it. The wise ole bird said you have to give me a 20-yard head start since I am much older.

The young rooster said no prob. I'll give you a thirty-yard head start.
The race will be held tomorrow. Both agreed.

The next day, it so happened that Slats showed up early that morning. PaPa Gringo, being a perfect host invited Slat's to have a quart of his ho-made recipe. Slats agreed and they went out on the front porch with each having a quart. Crystal clear.

As they sat and looked over the scenery. PaPa's place is beautiful, you can not only see the beautiful mountains in the distance, you can see the greenest pasture and spring fed ponds, but you can also see the large chicken pen and the chickens pecking and eating worms and grasshoppers as they are free ranging during the day.

All of the sudden, they observed the old rooster coming around the corner of the barn, he looked over his shoulder and tried to dig in to run faster. Next came the young rooster about 25 yards behind the old rooster. Soon they both disappeared around the back corner of the barn.

Just a short time later here came the old rooster again with the young rooster closing in. They disappeared again. This time, PaPa reached over and grabbed his ole 12 ga shotgun. Soon the old rooster appeared, the young rooster was about 10 yards behind. PaPa Gringo raised his old blunderbuss and shot the new rooster dead, flat out dead with one shot.

Slats being a city slicker jumped up out of the ole rockin chair he was a settin in and said, what in the world did you do that for? You just told me he was a brand new young bird.

PaPa said I'm gonna have to try a new feed store to purchase my roosters from. Why? Slats asked. PaPa said that's the third gay rooster they sold me in three weeks.
The real story about PaPa's chicken farm br br b... (show quote)


Yucky yuck yuck. Cluck cluck !!!!!

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Oct 9, 2016 01:04:29   #
lindajoy Loc: right here with you....
 
slatten49 wrote:
His idea for a chicken farm came from a fascination with breasts, legs and thighs.


As already said, he is a smart man...

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Oct 9, 2016 01:10:49   #
lindajoy Loc: right here with you....
 
badbobby wrote:
you suppose I could do that if I worked at it really hard???


I did it just today...Rolled uphill and downhill and through the mountain hill terrain...

Absolutely amazing...STUNNING.. captivating and yesssss you certainly may!!!!

Rocky Mountain spring, ice cold it was...
Rocky Mountain spring, ice cold it was......

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Oct 9, 2016 01:31:57   #
lindajoy Loc: right here with you....
 
And another for you to enjoy..

Look out Mountain in Golden, Co...

Here lies , Col.William Cody, known as Buffalo Bill...At his request...







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Oct 9, 2016 10:36:28   #
archie bunker Loc: Texas
 
Armageddun wrote:
The real story about PaPa's chicken farm


PaPa Gringo has had chickens for quite a while. In fact, his biggest problem was keeping his roosters in good health. Being a gentleman chicken farmer, he was not aware that while one rooster can take care of several hens, if the number of hens gets beyond the rooster's capability to take care of all the hens, there is trouble on the chicken farm.

The old rooster was running out of steam so PaPa went to the feed store and ordered a new rooster. Upon arrival at his new home, the young rooster started eyeing, the best-looking hens.


While the old rooster was getting tired, he by no means was losing his wisdom and chicken yard smarts.
The young rooster strutted over to the old rooster and said, Hey old man, it's time you retired to the back of the chicken yard, there is a new man in charge so rest as your last days are not far away.

The old rooster said, well, well, well you seem like a gamblin man, as a sporting soul how about a little race. The young rooster thought there is nothing this old bird can beat me at, so he agreed.

The old rooster said ok, here are the rules; 3 times around the barn, winner take all. The young bird said no prob. old man. The old rooster said there is only one condition. The young bird said, just name it. The wise ole bird said you have to give me a 20-yard head start since I am much older.

The young rooster said no prob. I'll give you a thirty-yard head start.
The race will be held tomorrow. Both agreed.

The next day, it so happened that Slats showed up early that morning. PaPa Gringo, being a perfect host invited Slat's to have a quart of his ho-made recipe. Slats agreed and they went out on the front porch with each having a quart. Crystal clear.

As they sat and looked over the scenery. PaPa's place is beautiful, you can not only see the beautiful mountains in the distance, you can see the greenest pasture and spring fed ponds, but you can also see the large chicken pen and the chickens pecking and eating worms and grasshoppers as they are free ranging during the day.

All of the sudden, they observed the old rooster coming around the corner of the barn, he looked over his shoulder and tried to dig in to run faster. Next came the young rooster about 25 yards behind the old rooster. Soon they both disappeared around the back corner of the barn.

Just a short time later here came the old rooster again with the young rooster closing in. They disappeared again. This time, PaPa reached over and grabbed his ole 12 ga shotgun. Soon the old rooster appeared, the young rooster was about 10 yards behind. PaPa Gringo raised his old blunderbuss and shot the new rooster dead, flat out dead with one shot.

Slats being a city slicker jumped up out of the ole rockin chair he was a settin in and said, what in the world did you do that for? You just told me he was a brand new young bird.

PaPa said I'm gonna have to try a new feed store to purchase my roosters from. Why? Slats asked. PaPa said that's the third gay rooster they sold me in three weeks.
The real story about PaPa's chicken farm br br b... (show quote)


😂😂😂😂😂😂

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Oct 11, 2017 18:13:38   #
PoppaGringo Loc: Muslim City, Mexifornia, B.R.
 
badbobby wrote:
I have only admiration for the Corps
especially the way they play poker
and the way they act as door stops for the Admiral
they also(I hear)are excellent at walking the Admirals dog
and lets face facts
everyone can't be a handsome Sailor


I wasn't aware there was such an animal as a 'handsome Sailor'.

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