Smokin Harley mentioned jokes this morning, and it struck me this thread has been quiet for a bit. So I'll give it a year-end kick . . .
Sixty years ago I spent nearly a year working near Whitehorse YT on the hydro power dam. Reminiscing recently, this tale came to mind:
In the Yukon territory there were, anecdotally, four criteria to qualify for the “sourdough” label”.
1. Having seen the freeze and thaw of the Yukon River
2. Having panned an ounce of gold
3. Having shot a Grizzley bear, and
4. Having made love to a descendant of one of the original tribal inhabitants.
Late one night an aspiring sourdough painfully pulled himself along into a Whitehorse bar – a bloody mess, clothes in shreds, claw marks all over, one ear hanging by a hair . . .
In a whisper he asked the bartender for a double rum. He managed to down it, then turned to the crowd and gasped, “now – where do I find the gal I’m supposed to shoot?”
When I lived in Biloxi, Ms. back in the late 50's this guy Clair Reaux cut my brother and I's hair. He was married to my Mother's Aunt and a 6th cousin to me from a source back down the line. The barbershop was always full, mostly talkers, air was always thick with smoke.
Any how this old uncle of mine told me this one while he was getting a haircut from Clair. "This is an image, just click to enlarge."
Juice has been like that for a while, a good example is cranberry. Written as "100% juice, cranberry". Back side is pear juice etc. I once got "100% cranberry juice" though and wow is that another animal entirely.
Boudreax says hes the boss to rosalee during an argument She says no you aint. Rosalee tells Boudreax, Just try to put my under wher on! boudreax says I cant get in em. Rosalee says , and you aint gonna unless I am the boss.