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Date: 7/20/2024 5:45:00 AM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 5940
Last “ CAW” for alcohol.  |
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Date: 7/20/2024 6:56:00 AM
From Authorid: 21435
Did "you" know that? "L.D."---Of course. kronk---Short and sweet, but actually a good joke, doncha' think? "L.D."--- I agree. Unlike some of your stuff, which tends to be rather long and drawn out. kronk---Really, dog? Don't hold back, now. Tell it like it is. "L.D."---It is what it is, man. I especially enjoyed the "crow talk" in this JOTW. kronk---Ugh? "L.D."---You know; "crowbawh and caw." kronk---You sound like you're from Boston, or possibly N'Walins. "L.D."---Yah No! I hail from Miami. kronk---Ugh!  |
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Date: 7/20/2024 10:59:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...I didn't get the "joke" at first because I couldn't make the connection between a bird and a 1970s band out iof Hamilton and then I used all of my thinking skills and equated "bar" with "tavern" and split a gut laughing so hard until I was breathless. This has to be the best JOTW EVER! You have earned the coveted F.I.Y.G.D award.  |
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Date: 7/20/2024 11:05:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...hey there kronk and L.D. That has happened to me many times over the years when I would stupidly close the trunk with the keys inside. If I couldn't open the thing up again by going through the back seat, I'd have to either punch the lock or use a crowbawh to get the keys out of the caw again. |
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Date: 7/20/2024 11:07:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...do I have caws to worry that the JOTWs might actually be getting better? |
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Date: 7/20/2024 11:09:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...answered my own question. This was a fluke. One of those one-in-a-million things. Congratulations anyway. |
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Date: 7/20/2024 12:17:00 PM
From Authorid: 5301
...and why is it that a group of crows is called a murder instead of just being called a crowd? I'll never understand this English language. |
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Date: 7/20/2024 6:11:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 5940
Kronk, L.D., it’s a pretty sure bet that most crows possess enough intelligence not to lock car keys in the trunk. So this is the reason why Hekler didn’t get the joke at first. He didn’t get it the second time around but there’s still hope for him. |
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Date: 7/21/2024 9:28:00 AM
From Authorid: 21435
I love it when Hekler "talks crow!" kronk---What's "F.Y.I.G.D?" "L.D."---Isn't it obvious? I could explain it, if you want. kronk---On second thought; never mind. "L.D."---Got any money? I need a beer. kronk---I'm broke and besides, you don't drink anyway. "L.D."---Ugh! |
Date: 7/21/2024 9:37:00 AM
From Authorid: 21435
Hey Larry  Crows are pretty smart. As a young boy, I wanted a crow feather headdress. It took me until the age of fourteen to finally bag a crow."L.D."---I remember that! What a fiasco! The cat had stalked and wounded an old crow. Kronk chased the cat away and grabbed the bird. The crow regained consciousness and pecked kronk in the face. He still has a hole in his nose to this day. kronk---Ugh! |
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Date: 7/25/2024 5:50:00 AM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 5940
When you said that cat was stalking an “ Old Crow” and Kronk chased the cat away I became confused .How can a bourbon bottle have pecked his face? |
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Date: 7/25/2024 5:12:00 PM
From Authorid: 21435
Hey Larry One of my earliest memories of consuming booze centers around "Old Crow." Being infatuated with crows, naturally the whiskey bottle drew my attention. My friend Keith (affectionately known by me as, "Keith the Freak" and I discovered his father's whiskey stash while cleaning out their garage. We had been hired by his father to empty and clean out the garage, to make room for his new car. (a 1950 Studebaker Commander) Mr. Taylor had undoubtedly forgotten about hiding the whiskey, because the bottle was half full and the label was barely legible. Anyway...Keith the Freak and I finished working on the garage and made off with the whiskey to our "secret" hideout. When we felt secure enough, we passed the bottle back and forth. We were wild and wooly cowboys, drinking straight whiskey and talking trash. We felt extremely cool, but that feeling only lasted until the bottle was empty and we both started throwing up. "L.D."---Hey Larry...It was actually pretty funny watching them hurling all over their camp house and each other. kronk---Dog! You are so cold blooded! "L.D."---The absolute funniest part was watching when Mrs. Taylor found them, five hours later, and switched their drunken behinds all the way back home. kronk---Ugh! |
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