One day a cowboy appeared at the pearly gates of heaven before Saint Peter. “What have you done of particular merit?” Saint Peter asked. “Hmm. I can think of one thing,” the cowboy replied. “On a trip to the Black Hills in South Dakota, I came upon a gang of burly bikers, who were threatening a young lady. I ordered them to leave her alone, but they would not listen. So, I approached the largest biker and socked him in his face. I kicked over his bike, ripped out his ear ring, and threw it on the ground. I yelled at the rest to back off, or I’d kick the hell out of all of them.”
Saint Peter was impressed, “When did this happen?”
“Just a couple of minutes ago...”
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Labor Day 2009
We spent Labor Day weekend at mom & dad's place at the Shangrila airport in Beecher-WI, and visiting Annie's friend Mindy who has a cabin about 2 miles away on the Menominee River.
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