ROFLMAO...............

Growing up in the 50's and 60's in Michigan meant, in our house, that during the fall Sunday afternoons were spent in the living room with Da watching the Detroit Lions football game. There was Da, my brother Charley, myself, and my beagle Daisy Mae. There were very strict rules regarding this ritual. One was that one was not allowed to come into the living room and start a conversation about anything other than the game. This one applied mostly to my Mother. LOL. Another was that Da was to always have a fresh bottle of beer, one of which would invariably get thrown at the TV when the Lion quarterback, Milt Plumb comes to mind, did something stupid. Da always called him Plumb the Bum. Another part of the ritual was that at some point during the game, Da would let a monstrous, ass cheek clapping, stinky, fart. He would then shake his finger at poor Daisy Mae (who would be in her customary spot on the floor in front of the TV watching the game with us) and say "Daisy Mae, you dirty pup, you ought to be ashamed of yourself", which always brought a grin to my brother and my face. And poor aul Daisy would look at Da with her ears down. One Sunday while Daisy was laying there, her tail went straight up in the air, this whistling sound was heard, and the most God awful dry dogfood smelling fart came out of my pretty little hound. Before my brother and I even had time to laugh, Daisy turned around and looked squarely at Da, as if to say "Bernie, you dirty pup,...........". Charley and I laughed so hard that we had tears. The long suffering Miss Daisy Mae had her revenge.

Mick