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My late father-in-law's favorite joke... - Opencountry - 08-10-2012
I miss my late father-in-law. He was a custom wheat/oats/barley/rye cutter, traveled from Calgary to the furthest reaches of Montana from south eastern WA State every year cutting crops for farmers. He loved telling jokes, and this is one of his best...
A farmer went in to see a lawyer about getting a deevorce. The lawyer asked him, "On what grounds do you seek this divorce?" The farmer said, "Well, I've got 250 acres." The lawyer replied, "No, no, let's start over. What's your case?" The farmer replied, "Well, I don't have a Case, I have a John Deere." Frustrated, the lawyer asked, "Do you have a grudge?" The farmer answered, "Well, sure. That's where I keep my John Deere." Getting even more frustrated the lawyer asked the farmer, "Well, was she a nagger?" The farmer said, "No, she wasn't a nagger. She was a pretty blonde-haired white gal. But her baby is a nagger, and that's why I want a deevorce."
RE: My late father-in-law's favorite joke... - Old Jim - 08-10-2012
The memories of your FIL is a wonderful blessing provided by the Almighty. We can recall them as though they were right there with us. They may be gone in body, but not ever forgotten.
Enjoy,
RE: My late father-in-law's favorite joke... - Kurt - 08-10-2012
Nobody ever dies unless they are forgotten.
Kurt
RE: My late father-in-law's favorite joke... - Opencountry - 08-10-2012
Nope, never forgotten, not by a long shot. A lot of his characteristics still are alive in his two sons, good friends of mine. He was one of those old-school sort of guys who would NEVER let you pay for a meal. I tried many times and he just would not let me do it. On his personal farm he had the biggest quail and roosters (pheasants) I'd ever seen. He fed them every night with cracked corn along with his herd of black angus. The skunks would be right there along with everything else for the feed. All three of our kids rode on the back of his bull around the pasture. He'd always look at me whenever a rooster would jump up along his row of combines and say, "No, you still can't hunt them, boy. They're protected." He's gone now, and we miss him deeply. I wanted my grandkids to meet and get to know him. Cancer took his life in the end.