One day, after work, an ol’ hard workin’
“Look Daddy!” She hollered, “What are
those two spiders doin’ to each other?” The
Dad said “Well sugar, that’s what you call mating.” So she went on, “Well Daddy, what do you call
the spider that is on top of the other spider?”
The father said, “Well baby that is a Daddy Longlegs.” “So, is the other one a Mommy Longlegs?” the
girl inquired. “Heck no!” exclaimed the
father. “Both of ‘em are Daddy Longlegs.”
The lil’ girl was puzzled for a moment,
the she stomped the two spiders flat and told her father, “Well Daddy, it might
be okay in California or New York, but we don’t put up with that kinda crap
here in East Texas, do we Daddy?”
EPILOGUE: You lil' punk in our house, you insignificant lil' flea, you cannot defeat me! I am backed by a fella, who had spikes driven in both hands and feet, then he was hung on timbers and the only thing holding him up were those spikes, then he was stabbed and given up for dead, then he was entombed, then he walked out of that tomb and ascended up into the sky and after all of that he still lives today! Yes, this is my backing! What's yours? George Soros? I am laughing whole-heartily right now! How small you really are you lil' arrogant imposter! Oh yeah, and if you think this fella backing me is something, I just can't wait 'til you meet his father! Good luck, you're gonna need it!
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