It was my honor to be good friends with a full blood Choctaw Indian (who went ashore on Omaha beach during the Normandy invasion – his grandfather was forcibly removed from Mississippi and traveled on the Trail of Tears to the Oklahoma territory)). For many years we hunted, fished, and ran old dim logging trails in the mountains of southeast Oklahoma looking for turkey, bobcat, fox, feral hog, deer, bear and coyote signs. It was an honor of a lifetime to be a pallbearer when he died in 2017 at the tender age of 96. Where am I going with this you might ask?
Every Saturday morning his wife (Goldena) would fix us eggs, bacon, gravy, biscuits and two sack lunches. I am a biscuit eater. I have no son but if I did he would be the son of a biscuit eater. And proud of it.
“I need to tell you something.” “Hush now.” “No, I’m dying. I need to tell you that I cheated on you. Multiple times. With your best friend, our neighbor, and even your sister.” “I know, my darling, I know. Now just lie quietly and let the poison work.”
I had a friend who told the funeral home not to submit an obit notice or publicize his death on their website. Funeral homes, apparently, contact local papers who include your obituary (of a certain length). He wanted none of that. He said that it was no one’s business that he was dead. According to the internet, he’s still alive.
Superfrog over 1 year ago
Would “son of a pun” be ok?
Randy B Premium Member over 1 year ago
‘He was allergic to pants.’
charles9156 over 1 year ago
death bed promises
painedsmile over 1 year ago
Write your own obituary then.
Pharmakeus Ubik over 1 year ago
The is very nostalgic for me. This one of my Grandfather’s favorite euphemized curses.
!!ǝlɐ⅁ Premium Member over 1 year ago
‘No, then, just biscuit eater, please.’
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 1 year ago
I can promise anything, but all promises are void upon expiry.
3hourtour Premium Member over 1 year ago
…it’s an all purpose curse…
…overjoyed…
… son of a biscuit eater …
…mad…
…. son of a biscuit eater …
…surprised …
… son of a biscuit eater …
… see something strange or beautiful…
… son of biscuit eater…
…the Browns beat Cincinnati…
… *son of a biscuit eater
……lame…
… son of a biscuit eater …
…brand new Frog Applause in one hand…
… son of a biscuit eater …
… a sock puppet on the other…
… son of a biscuit eater …
… knowing that Picasso helped steal the Mona Lisa…
… son of a biscuit eater…
…because the worship of old art was ruining the love of new art…
… son of a biscuit eater…
…made me both like and hate Picasso more…
… is a…
… *son of a biscuit eater
…Rotifer NOT GETTING RUBEN BOLLING’S PIN Thalweg Premium Member over 1 year ago
It was my honor to be good friends with a full blood Choctaw Indian (who went ashore on Omaha beach during the Normandy invasion – his grandfather was forcibly removed from Mississippi and traveled on the Trail of Tears to the Oklahoma territory)). For many years we hunted, fished, and ran old dim logging trails in the mountains of southeast Oklahoma looking for turkey, bobcat, fox, feral hog, deer, bear and coyote signs. It was an honor of a lifetime to be a pallbearer when he died in 2017 at the tender age of 96. Where am I going with this you might ask?
Every Saturday morning his wife (Goldena) would fix us eggs, bacon, gravy, biscuits and two sack lunches. I am a biscuit eater. I have no son but if I did he would be the son of a biscuit eater. And proud of it.
The Old Wolf over 1 year ago
“I need to tell you something.” “Hush now.” “No, I’m dying. I need to tell you that I cheated on you. Multiple times. With your best friend, our neighbor, and even your sister.” “I know, my darling, I know. Now just lie quietly and let the poison work.”
Zebrastripes over 1 year ago
I promise but there’s other words of endearment ya know!
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 1 year ago
An inner course in English language and gutter talk.
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 1 year ago
We must know the carbon amount in your body. Ya know , the fertilizer we become.
Radish the wordsmith over 1 year ago
He is so gravy ill he might not make it to dessert.
willie_mctell over 1 year ago
SOBE?
painedsmile over 1 year ago
I had a friend who told the funeral home not to submit an obit notice or publicize his death on their website. Funeral homes, apparently, contact local papers who include your obituary (of a certain length). He wanted none of that. He said that it was no one’s business that he was dead. According to the internet, he’s still alive.
coltish1 over 1 year ago
“And honey, aren’t the widow’s weeds a little premature?”
Kaputnik over 1 year ago
How about “scion of a cookie devourer”? Or “offspring of a scone muncher”?
Howard'sMyHero over 1 year ago
To which she replies:
“Cross my heart and hope to choke” …!
Linguist over 1 year ago
“I wonder if this is a good time to ask him how much his life insurance policy is worth … and if it’s paid up?”
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 1 year ago
Okay, now let’s go bass mustard fishing…
Yes, okay in a bit cheeses mouse trap.
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 1 year ago
Bury me face down, then I can moon biscuits myself when up above.
6turtle9 over 1 year ago
Nah, we’ll save that for your epitaph.
painedsmile over 1 year ago
I hate canned biscuits. I am a homemade buscuit eater.
Sisyphos over 1 year ago
You ain’t agonna die, my little lovechild! I told you a thousand times if I told you once, https://tinyurl.com/444zdmbsv
But some kids just never learn until it’s too late….