I Need A Libturd Fix ~ Morning Edition

 

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Awww Monday Woodsterman Style ~ 298

 

Rooster forgets to take a breath.

Happiest of Funday in the Afternoon

 

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Happiest of Funday in the Morning

 

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Babes ~OR~ Rule 5 Woodsterman Style

 

Other Babe Loving Rule 5 ers:

The Other McCain 
Proof Positive

Adrienne's Corner

The Feral Irishman

Knuckledraggin My Life Away

Diogenes' Middle Finger

Ninety Miles From Tyranny

American Power

A Nod To The Gods  

Political Clown Parade

 The Last Tradition

The Right Way
daily timewaster

EBL (Evi L. Bloggerlady)
Bacon Time !!!!!!
The View From Lady Lake 
redpilljew 
 IT AINT HOLY WATER
Snooter's Doggone Right  

Baseball *** Afternoon Post

 

At one point during a game, the coach called one of his 9-year-old baseball players aside

And asked, "Do you understand what cooperation is? What a team is?"

"Yes, coach", replied the little boy. "

Do you understand that what matters is whether we win or lose together as a team?"

The little boy nodded in the affirmative.

"So," the coach continued, "I'm sure you know, when an out is called, you shouldn't argue,

curse the umpire, or call him an asshole. Do you understand all that?"

Again, the little boy nodded in the affirmative.

The coach continued, "And when I take you out of the game so that another boy gets a chance to play,

it's not a dumb-ass decision or that the coach is a shithead is it?"

"No, coach."

"Good", said the coach. "Now go over there and explain all that to your grandmother.”

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Sleeps Naked *** Morning Post

 *** Kaycee WasserburgerBYC (BackYardChickens)

MY DADDY SLEEPS NAKED

"Late again!" the third-grade teacher sternly said to little Robbie.

"It ain't my fault this time, Miss Russell. You can blame this 'un on my Daddy.The reason I'm three hours late is my Daddy sleeps naked!"

Miss Russell had taught grammar school for 30-some-odd years. Despite her mounting fears, she asked little Robbie what he meant by that.

Full of grins and mischief, and in the flower of his youth, little Robbie and trouble were old friends but he always told the truth.

"You see, Miss Russell, out at the farm we got this here low down fox. The last few nights, he done ate six hens. Last night, when Daddy heard a noise out in the chicken pen, he grabbed his double barreled shot gun and said to my Ma, "That fox is back again... I'm a gonna git him!''

"Stay back," Daddy whispered to all us kids!

"My Daddy was naked as a jaybird -- no boots, no pants, no shirt! To the hen house he crawled, just like an Injun on the snoop. Then, he stuck that double-barrelled 12-gauge shotgun through the window of the coop. As he stared into the darkness, with a fox on his mind, our old hound dog, Rip, had done gone and woke up and comes sneaking up behind Daddy. Then, as we all looked on, plumb helpless, old Rip done went and stuck his cold nose in my Daddy's crack!"

"Miss Russell, we all been pluckin' chickens since three o'clock this mornin!"

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Libturd Thursday in the Afternoon

 

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