From: Doug Jones (random@qnet.com)
Date: Sat Jan 06 2001 - 21:06:34 MST
Spike Jones wrote:
>
> > ...I honestly didn't think that it made much difference. "You
> > *don't know* and *it doesn't matter*?!" he asks. "No...", Amara says
> > sheepishly...
>
> Amara! One woold think ewe woold know better. If I ram-
> ember correctly, such details seldom slip pasture notice.
> I hope your Estonian cousin was gentle and did not lamb-
> ast you too severely, or cause you to be shorn of your
> dignity.
>
> Friends, I apologize. I just got back from a 15 mile hike,
> 25 km to the rest of the world, and I am so exhausted this
> silliness just spilled out of me. I know I should keep it the
> flock outta the extropians list. It is baa-aa-aad, I know.
>
> Perhaps I will start a parallel list, like exi-freedom, where
> we can discuss those difficult and emotional issues such as
> pun control. spike
My favorite sheep joke- my SO, our son (then 4), and I were driving
through southwest Colorado, sheep farming country with a vengeance.
Seeing that Michael was sound asleep in his car seat, I told his mother
the tale of a salesman, driving down a country road, who spies a man
buggering a sheep near the road. Incensed, he stops at the next
farmhouse to Summon The Authorities, only to be greeted by a child. Our
hero reports, "There's a man out there abusing a sheep!" The boy says,
"Thaaaat's my Daaaad!"
Although he had been unconscious, for the next two days Michael would
point at me and say, "Thaaaat's my Daaaad," reducing his mother to
helpless gales of laughter. I'm ashamed to say it took until the second
day for me to reply to her, "Go ahead and laugh, but what's that make
ewe?"
Suddenly it wasn't funny any more...
-- Doug Jones Rocket Plumber, XCOR Aerospace http://www.xcor-aerospace.com
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