The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #141297 Message #3251164
Posted By: GUEST,999
06-Nov-11 - 02:38 AM
Thread Name: BS: Is Daylight's Savings Time a Commie Plot
Subject: RE: BS: Is Daylight's Savings Time a Commie Plot
I have never had difficulties with understanding which way the clocks have to be turned thanks to the mnemonic 'spring ahead, fall back'. The headache for me is caused by trying to figure out which of the seasons is which.
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"Might not take you six years this time, huh?"
Rapp, that ain't very nice to say. Bobert told me it only took him three years!
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Years ago a buddy of mine after a lengthy period of wassail grabbed an axe and went after the rooster shouting, "The %$^#&@* sun's not up yet ya stupid &%^ #$ % *^&$%. You are breakfast and ^$%& Colonel Sanders, etc, etc." Funny as all get out to those of us who were still awake and wassailing. To top it off, he couldn't catch up to the rooster. Well, all his shouting got the ducks quacking, geese honking, dogs barking, horses whinnying, hens cluck-clucking, and the rooster kept up his cockadoodledoo-ling. Even some coyotes chipped in. If the cows hadn't been in the east forty, they'd have been mooing away, too. It got noisy enough to wake the half dozen of us to the fact it was pretty nippley outside in just t-shirts, so we moved indoors and over the next half hour or so nodded off to sleep in the living room, variously sprawled on couches, chairs and pieces of floor. By 6:00 am, silence reigned, interrupted only by occasional snores. At approximately 8:00 am we were jarred awake by the most gawd-awful gut-wrenching screeching cacophany of sound y'ever heard. It seemed like all the banshees of Hell had been loosed in the room. Six guys literally left their sleeping positions and jolted up shaking and trembling. There stood 'George' with an electric guitar on treble and a big Marshall amp on full reverb and maximum volume singing Wild Thing. After 30 seconds, he put the guitar away, gave us all a dirty look and went back to sleep. After a few minutes we stopped shaking enough to crack open a few beers, have some smoke(s) and ponder the events of the past few hours. Thirty-six years later, every time the clocks need changing I wonder what finally happened to that rooster. I heard from George a few months back, but I didn't ask. Some things a guy just doesn't want to know.