The first kid leans over and asks, "What are you in here for?"
The second kid says, "I'm in here to get my tonsils out and I'm a little nervous."
The first kid says, "You've got nothing to worry about. I had that done when I was four. They put you to sleep, and when you wake up they give you lots of Jell-O and ice cream. It's a breeze!"
The second kid then asks, "What are you here for?"
The first kid says, "A circumcision."
And the second kid says, "Whoa! I had that done when I was born. I couldn't walk for a year!"
We loaned our lot stretcher out to another dealer and my green pea wasn't able to get it back, does anyone have one I can send him to go get and bring back?
My mom used to make this dish to take to my grandma's house for family dinners. We were a family of six and very poor, but our family dinners were basically potlucks, so every family brought a "meat" or main dish with a couple of sides. This dish makes 1 lb. of hamburger go a long way and it's delicious. You can add more bread, egg, onion, etc. if you want. Note, I have no idea why it's named what it is. My mom says she cut the recipe out of the newspaper back in the 1970's.
Mock Chicken Dressing *1 lb. hamburger *1 beaten egg *2 cups bread crumbs or bread torn into small pieces *1 can chicken noodle soup *1 cup milk *1 large onion, chopped *1 teas. salt *1 teas. ground black pepper *1 teas. ground sage
Mix all the ingredients together very well. Pour into a greased casserole dish. Bake at 350 F for one hour. (My personal note---When you take it out of the oven, drain off any fat or excess juice.)
Been watching the IIHF and our boy tony plays with so much heart. Its been an ugly tournament for Canada so far but Stech has been playing his heart out. He was the player of the game against the states and I’m sure he is up there as the better player in this game against Germany. Just wanted to share because he was one of my favourite Canucks, even if he received some hate for not being the best and strongest out on the ice at times. Still reminiscing when he was playing for us with all highs and lows.
While I was flying down the road yesterday (only 10 mph over the limit), I noticed a cop with a radar gun sitting on top of a bridge. The cop pulled me over, walked up to the car and asked me, "What's the hurry?" I replied, "I'm late for work." "Oh yeah," said the cop, "what do you do?" I responded, "I'm a rectum stretcher." The cop said "What..... a rectum stretcher, and what does a rectum stretcher do?" I said, "Well, I start with one finger, then I work my way up to two fingers, then three, then four, then my whole hand, then I work until I can get both hands in there and then I slowly stretch it until it's about 6 foot wide." The cop asked me, "What the hell do you do with a 6 foot asshole?" I simply replied, "You give him a radar gun and park him on top of a bridge..."
The ticket -- $95 dollars. The look on his face, PRICELESS.
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