WARNING: This post will get a little gross, here in a few lines.
So there is an old joke that goes like this: Back in the day, when sailing across the Atlantic took a few months, a young man was beginning his career as a sailor. At the beginning of his first voyage he was talking to the captain about being a sailor, “Son, there isn’t a finer job. You get the fresh sea air every day. You get to see new things all the time, go to new places, and experience new things. Really, there isn’t anything this job lacks.”
“Well, said the young man “you do not have the company of women on this ship.”
To which the captain replied, “We’ve thought of that. You see that barrel over by the mast? Every night, after 10, if you need to, you go over to it, put your tool thru the knot whole, and your needs will be taken care of.”
So, that night, the young man having a need, we to said barrel, and had his needs taken care of. The next day he said to the captain, “You’re right, sir, with that barrel, this is the greatest job there is.”
“Great,” said the captain, “tonight is your turn in the barrel.”
Well, now is Indiana’s turn in the barrel. With North Carolina firm in Obama’s back pocket, Indiana is the next state up from grabs in the great debacle known as the Democratic Presidential Primaries. I have to wait until May 5th before all of the stupid commercials are off the air. Hillary will answer a phone at 3:00am, did you know that? Obama’s for change, better change, different change. Hillary has experience, Omaba has hope. Hillary is going to bring back union jobs. Obama is going to speak truth to the power. Etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, and, etc.
What’s worse: all of the hippy, long haired, lefty, communist, Pinko, mouthing breathing liberals in my family lobby me to vote for their pet Democrat in the Indiana Primary. They know I’m a Republican (however, I do admire Obama, he could be our generation’s Kennedy) and; yet, they still want me to care about who McCain’s opponent is going to be. Besides being dishonest and unseemly (trying to influence the Democrat’s process as a Republican) I am too lazy to do so. Plus, I don’t want it getting out that vote in a Democratic Primary, people might think I got some on me.
I really don’t know which would be worse, being in the barrel on the ship, or being in Indiana until May 5th.
Later,
B
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Indiana's turn in the barrel
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many years ago, a young man joined an army stationed in the desert. his sargent took around the camp showing him the mess hall, the barracks, and the armory. then the sargent brought him to a camel.
"this camel," he said, "is for the lonely nights"
"what do you mean?" asked the young man.
"well, look around, we're all men here and we all got needs...it helps us get our needs taken care of."
"oh, i'll never do that!" exclaimed the young man
"sooner or later, boy, everyone goes to the camel."
the young man didn't know what to say. that night he saw a soldier walking to the camel; sick! the next night he saw three soldiers going to the camel; disgusting!
months passed by, and he getting more and more desperate. finally one night, he couldn't take it anymore- he took a crate to stand on, got behind the camel, and did his business.
the next day he proudly told his sargent. the sargent stared at him and said, "well, you know the rest of us just ride the camel into town and go for the girls there, don't you?"
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