And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
When I was a kid I remember that time at my grandparents house when the women were in the kitchen cleaning up and putting things away and the men, presided over by my Danish grandfather were in the living room enjoying their cocktails. When Gramp suddenly and in a loud clear voice announced "Women... you turn them over on their heads and they're all sisters!" In the sudden quiet the sound of a large platter being dropped onto the kitchen floor could be heard. What followed was in Danish, and I didn't understand it.
One of my most favorited family dinner jokes is when the brand newly minted Marine is home from bootcamp and at the beginning of the meal, he says, "Pass the f*cking gravy, please."
As a grandfather myself, I consider it to be one of my highest callings to impart (inflict?) my sense of humor onto my grandkids. So far, I think that I've kept everything rated "G", but one day that'll change, and I can hardly wait.
But grandpa's not laughing at the inappropriate joke as much as he is laughing at the parents, thinking, "Boy, are you ever going to pay for your raising!"
Pop was with the 4th Marines in China, 1937-1939. I guess he and his bunkmates got a little tired of messhall chow, so Pop went out on the town to get some Polish sausage for the houseboy to cook for them. Storekeeper's daughter asked him what he needed, and without thinking he said, "Gimme some horse cock!" He was mortified, but apparently she knew what was needed.
"What's the dumbest condiment? The mus-'tard."
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a kid I remember that time at my grandparents house when the women were in the kitchen cleaning up and putting things away and the men, presided over by my Danish grandfather were in the living room enjoying their cocktails.
ReplyDeleteWhen Gramp suddenly and in a loud clear voice announced "Women... you turn them over on their heads and they're all sisters!"
In the sudden quiet the sound of a large platter being dropped onto the kitchen floor could be heard.
What followed was in Danish, and I didn't understand it.
One of my most favorited family dinner jokes is when the brand newly minted Marine is home from bootcamp and at the beginning of the meal, he says, "Pass the f*cking gravy, please."
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fireman at a family dinner.
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DeleteWell, he said "please".
DeleteAs a grandfather myself, I consider it to be one of my highest callings to impart (inflict?) my sense of humor onto my grandkids. So far, I think that I've kept everything rated "G", but one day that'll change, and I can hardly wait.
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But grandpa's not laughing at the inappropriate joke as much as he is laughing at the parents, thinking, "Boy, are you ever going to pay for your raising!"
ReplyDeletePop was with the 4th Marines in China, 1937-1939. I guess he and his bunkmates got a little tired of messhall chow, so Pop went out on the town to get some Polish sausage for the houseboy to cook for them. Storekeeper's daughter asked him what he needed, and without thinking he said, "Gimme some horse cock!" He was mortified, but apparently she knew what was needed.
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