Armistice DayIn the 11th Month,On the 11th Day,At the 11th Hour,World War I ended.Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day to honor all our Service Men and Women, past and present. We thank you for your service. ♥
Good ones, BTG!
This, appropriately, reminds me of my Grandfather’s service in France as he was gassed at the Battle of Hamil in 1918.I’m only able to write this because he survived the experience and returned to Australia where my father was born in 1919.I returned to France with my elder brother in 2012 to see the battlefields and attend the Anzac Day dawn service at Villers- Bretonneux.
Forgot the Silent but Deadly, Burrito Blaster, and the Elevator Surprise…
I would include the dreaded shart.
I’ll pop by Arlington National today to check on some old friends and colleagues. They made the ultimate sacrifice that we may enjoy our funnies in peace.
Better to pass the gas And bear the smell,Than hold that fart And hurt like hell.
We should award a shining star to the Blazing Saddles Baked Bean Campfire Crescendo.
I LOVE phart jokes.
To all those who honored the Vets. It is appreciated. Having done the duty and came home I find it very sobering to remember those who did not make it.I personally know some who did not. One died right next to me. I heard the round that hit him. I asked if he was okay. He said yes. He continued fighting till he bled out. The round enter between his neck and collar bone in the prone position. Took his heart out. The sting of combat kept him going. He never let his brothers down. You want to hear a real sobering tale. Listen to Amused to Death by Roger Waters…The Ballard of Bill Hubbard….as one of the last WWI Vets from Britain tells the story of leaving his friend in No Mans Land. Not because he wanted to because his friend asked him to.This is an old Vietnam vet here. We never got our Welcome Home. It still hurts a litter but as always time makes the hurt less bad.Now if we can only give peace a chance……….
Retirement Home Hazer. Ahh, old Bone Dust, I knew him well.Sincerely,The Crop Duster.
I think the one you call “Jogging Gunfire”’ is the one I call, “One Cylinder Motor Boat”.Put, put, put, put, put….It usually happens when I’m walking down the aisles in a grocery store.
The deadly burrito keister.
Great chart – made me smile!
I am each one I am them all