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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 15, 2024 11:00:32 GMT 9
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Post by Marvin Pine on Mar 15, 2024 13:01:40 GMT 9
That is true for almost all of America.
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 15, 2024 23:41:56 GMT 9
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Post by pat perry on Mar 16, 2024 3:13:12 GMT 9
Lorin, I remember seeing a sign over a urinal that said, "Our AIM is to keep this place clean... Your AIM will help!"
Thanks, Pat P.
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 16, 2024 3:23:34 GMT 9
"If you dribble when you piddle, Please be neat and wipe the seat!" Was a sign I saw in a Church rest room.
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 19, 2024 2:27:57 GMT 9
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 20, 2024 1:03:43 GMT 9
Lots of names Trailer Park Trash, White Trash, Crackers etc. My father was a highly skilled master Machinist, but the year I graduated, 1962, he was one of highest paid at Fisher Body Plant in Columbus OH. He brought home a whopping $100 a week. Of course that wasn't bad by those standards. But we were dirt poor. We had 9 acres so we grew a large garden and canned hundreds of quart/half gallon jars of veggies/soup stock etc. My brother and I raised rabbits. We also had a veggie stand in front of house. We sold tomatoes, corn, b eans, apples, pears, cherries etc for $1 a shopping bag full. Also watermelons and cantaloupes.
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 20, 2024 1:05:34 GMT 9
Remember when Dems were in power last time? Maybe this will fix our political problems.
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Post by pat perry on Mar 20, 2024 1:56:06 GMT 9
Three of the best quotes I ever heard were:
1- Never try to teach a pig to sing. It doesn't work and it annoys the pig.
2- No matter where you go, there you are.
3- I'm from the government and I'm here to help you.
Please add your "favorite" quotes. We could all use a dose of humor these days!
Thanks, Pat P.
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Post by Marvin Pine on Mar 20, 2024 6:49:01 GMT 9
Three of the best quotes I ever heard were:
1- Never try to teach a pig to sing. It doesn't work and it annoys the pig.
2- No matter where you go, there you are.
3- I'm from the government and I'm here to help you.
Please add your "favorite" quotes. We could all use a dose of humor these days!
Thanks, Pat P.
Two of my fathers favorites were: figures never lie, but liars always figure, and you can't get good food fast, nor fast food good.
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Post by Tom Dlugosh on Mar 21, 2024 0:40:03 GMT 9
For that kind of money you got full service too!
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 21, 2024 1:03:14 GMT 9
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 21, 2024 1:20:10 GMT 9
How true this used to be. When I joined in 1962 until I retired, everything revolved around booze. Celebration of achievements like ORI, promotion, awards etc. Being a member in good standing at club was required for promotion...unwritten rule. I was promoted to E-5 while at Osan from Tyndall. No one told me until I returned from 6 month TDY. But they gave me a bill for $50 that they had used to celebrate my promotion. I used to drink too much and after I retired, I finally saw it was leading no where so I went stone cold sober. Haven't drank sine 1990. I wonder where all that savings went...lol.
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 23, 2024 2:47:21 GMT 9
The military is no place for experiments in political correctness. But Biden and his mentor Obama will never understand.
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 25, 2024 0:07:45 GMT 9
At the rate we're going, they're going to cancel shampoo so bald people don't get offended. 😆
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 27, 2024 11:03:29 GMT 9
A delightful, angelic little boy Johnny was waiting for his mom outside the ladies’ room of the gas station:
A man approached him and asked.
“Sonny, can you tell me where the Post Office is?”
The little Johnny cheerily replied.
“Sure, mister! Just go down this street two blocks and turn left. It’s on the right. You can’t miss it.”
The man thanked the boy kindly, complimented him on how bright he was and said.
“I’m the new pastor in town. If you and your mommy come to church on Sunday I’ll show you how to get to Heaven!”
The little Johnny replied with a chuckle.
“You’re sh*t*****ng me, right? You can’t even find the Post Office!”
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 28, 2024 2:33:02 GMT 9
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Post by LBer1568 on Mar 28, 2024 2:43:36 GMT 9
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Post by pat perry on Mar 28, 2024 5:31:12 GMT 9
Lorin, This Drag Racing of Today is not the same Drag Racing of the 1970's.
Thanks, Pat P.
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Post by LBer1568 on Apr 4, 2024 23:18:07 GMT 9
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery. If you had to do this to survive you were “piss poor.”
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot; they “didn’t have a pot to piss in” & were the lowest of the low.
The next time you are washing your hands & complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s.
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. Since they were starting to smell, however, brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women, and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it … hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof, resulting in the idiom, “It’s raining cats and dogs.”
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed, therefore, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, leading folks to coin the phrase “dirt poor.”
The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way, subsequently creating a “thresh hold.”
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while, and thus the rhyme, “Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.”
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.” They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and “chew the fat.”
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the “upper crust.”
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up, creating the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive, so they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.
And that’s the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring?
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