I bet someone in Bugtussle has tried.
We never, play with matches.
The Missouri boy went off on a ramble down among the Arkansawyers.
And bye and bye, he comes on one of them there concrete outhouses
So he relieves himself in there and zips up and starts to leave an an Arkansawyer boy says to him
In Arkansas were taught to warsh our hands after we take a piss
The Missouri boy said,
In Missouri we are taught to not piss on our hands.
(With complements to Vance Randolph, who used to come round my grandmother’s house far too often.

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Part of my tasks as deacon was to on December 7, for the loss of a deacon steering the USS Arizona, April 10, for the loss of a deacon steering the USS Thresher, and May 27, for the loss of a deacon steering the USS Scorpion, to go to the church with the family of the brave deacons who died on station and toll the bell, once for each year of earthly service those boys rendered the Master, lest we forget.
October 25, 1973 was a Thursday.
I was excused from school, by Miss Charlotte’s husband the Superindent. I had to get to my station at the church, right then.
The President had declared DEFCON III.
Secretary of State Henry Kissinger briefs President Nixon on the Middle East Peace talks. On October 21, 1973 Henry A. Kissinger, President Nixon’s Secretary of State arrived in Moscow to […]
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The Master told us there is no need for public prayer. That whatever we want He already knows, and such is vanity.
But there ain’t no atheists in a foxhole, and the prayers were thick and heavy in the church until it was announced the danger had passed.
The music sure was good, and the eats and drinks and sights were splendid!.
But my mother came up to me afterwards and did a lot of shoulder shaking with me promising her that-I-would-never-get-on-a-sub-mar-ine.
I was 15 years old when America lost cheap gasoline forever, because of the Yom Kipper War:
I have a friend who called his Mama on October 25, 1973 right before he went down into a ballistic missle silo.
We agree that’s all part of DEFCON III.
When a good Christian boy, calls his Mama, he’s about to end the world, you know?
One of the best things about windmills and solar panels and all that green energy is we’ll never send one boy to the Middle East to die for it.
No car with casualty officers bearing grim news, will ever arrive at his Mama’s home.
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