Good Thursday to you all.  I hope you all are having a great week.  I just came off a tough weekend…but…all things considered, it wasn’t as tough as it’s been in the past.  And I am quite happy about that.  I was told an interesting tidbit this weekend.  I found out that I have a reputation on base.

Yup, your humble author of Dragon Laffs, who finds such joy in bringing smiles to other people, has a horrible reputation on base!  Can you believe the horror of that?!  I was told, that it is quite well known by everyone on base, that if you have to take one of my classes, you MUST show up on time! (Oh the horror!) Because if you don’t, I will lock you out of the classroom and won’t let you in!  

And yes, I’ll admit it, it’s partially true.  If you show up to one of my classes late, unless there is a REALLY good justification, I will turn you away.  So far, all the way up to the rank of Major.  My reason behind it is that it’s not fair to the people who did show up on time to hold them up while we get your self-important self caught up AND you are supposed to be a full grown adult in the military and expected to be WHERE you are supposed to be WHEN you are supposed to be there.  But, I don’t normally lock them out.  It’s much more fun to pick on them when they argue with me when they show up late.  And then when they go back and complain about me to their commanders, invariably, their commanders back me.  So, it’s a pretty good reputation to have.  I’m so happy. 

And speaking of happy, let’s get everybody happy and 

This is a cool looking kitchen…in a really weird looking way!

That is one way to make a bath tub…

HEY!!!  I’ve got a new email address!!!! You can now write to me write here at Dragon Laffs!!  How much easier does it get than THAT!!  All you have to do is address your emails to 

Isn’t      that     awesome!!!   Tis almost professional!   Now, for the next couple of months, we’ll see how user friendly it is and see whether we’ll keep it or not. LOL!

Women are constantly being inundated with ads for expensive products to erase our wrinkles, to erase our “age”.  Those lines on my face?  Some are from years of laughing with the people I love.  Some are from worrying about the children I am lucky enough to call my own.  Some are from summer days spent at the beach.  Some are from people I’ve loved and lost.  All are evidence of a life lived.  So if, when I look in the mirror, I see my “age” reflecting back at me…you know what?  I’m good with that.

So many people these days are too judgmental.  

I can tell just by looking at them.

And here I am posing for the camera…take my picture already, this hurts!!

The longer I live, the more convinced I am that this planet is used by other planets as a lunatic asylum.

Or just a place to dump the unsavory.

I never thought I’d be the kind of person who’d wake up early in the morning to exercise…

And I was right.

True friends don’t get offended when you insult them.  They laugh and insult you with something even better.

Emergency Exits around here really aren’t what you would expect.

Yes, it’s an old joke, but that makes it all the more funny.

I told myself that I should stop
DRINKING
But I’m not about to listen to a drunk that talks to himself.

This book on marriage says treat your wife like you treated her on the first date.  So, after dinner tonight I am dropping her off at her parents’ house.

Apparently you have to eat healthy more than once to get in shape.  This is cruel and unfair.

That is way cool…

(OWI is an acronym for operating while intoxicated)

Three Drunk Drivers Crash Into Each Other in Wisconsin, Nicely Done!

O.K. so let me try to explain this complicated crash scene. It’s filled with drifting, a vanishing act, and three OWI’s handed out. I’m sorry to laugh at an accident, but honestly this entire story makes me chuckle.

Drinky number one in a Ford F250 drifted into another lane, striking drinky number two in a Yukon….head on collision, ouch. Along comes drinky number three in a Chevrolet Equinox approaching that accident, and BAM! You have three drunk drivers crashed into each other. But wait there’s more…

Drinky number two (Yukon) had his vehicle fully engulfed in flames because of the accident. When police and EMT’s arrived, drinky number two was nowhere to be found. He did turn up at a nearby hospital though.

Let’s go to the board for the final score:

• Kraig Herbrechtsmeir, 56, his third OWI offense

• Christopher Sanchez, 33, first OWI offense

• Herbert Aguirre-Lopez, 45, first OWI offense

The recap…no one was seriously injured or died because of this, so that’s a good thing. This strange happening took three drunk drivers off the road, another good thing. This is probably the most thrilling news story to ever happen in Mount Pleasant, Wisconsin and I’m sure it will become legend in local coffee shops and bars.  “Hey aren’t you one of those guys that got drunk and crashed into each other?”https://q985online.com/three-drunk-drivers-crash-into-each-other-in-wisconsin-nicely-done/?utm_source=tsmclip&utm_medium=referral

 

Only a fool believes that electricity used for air conditioning harms the planet, but electricity used to charge a Tesla does not.

I saw an attractive woman spank her kid in McDonald’s after he threw his fries on the ground…

…so I threw mine on the ground.

And I have to dash to pick up Izzy from work, so we’re ending this right here.  Don’t forget to buy me a cup of coffee.  Thanks to all my heroes.  Love and Happiness to you all.

Well, my dear Izzy’s birthday went off without a hitch, if not a little boring.  She was very happy with her cake and her presents and going out to eat and being alcohol free on her 21st, so I guess I’m a proud daddy that my little girl is not interested in alcohol, but I was kinda hoping to buy her her first drink.  But, that’s cool. 

We did smoke a joint together, so that was nice.

I’m kidding.  Just seeing if you guys were awake.

Anyway, I did have the question asked how do you donate.  Well, there are several ways actually.  The most traditional way is at the top right hand corner of the web page is a donate button that looks like this:

Just click on that and it will take you right through it. 

Now, the next thing you can do is to send me an email and I will send you my snail mail address and you can send me a check or something like that.  The email you can write to me at is impishdragon@gmail.com. 

Or the third thing you can do, that we just found out about is to transfer money directly to me from bank to bank with a thing called Zelle.  Most banks have it (if my little credit union has it, your bank probably has it.) by sending it to my business email of rem.wydock@sbcglobal.net.  The nice part about that one is unlike PayPal that the donation button uses, it doesn’t take a cut of the money.  And those are the three ways to donate to Dragon Laffs.

So, in an effort to get to the important stuff, let’s get to the laughs and we’ll talk about other stuff as time moves on.

Lots of craziness coming…

 

Some people are so full of shit you would think they were conceived during ANAL SEX.

Threats to freedom of speech, writing and action, though often trivial in isolation, are cumulative in their effect and, unless checked, lead to a general disrespect for the rights of the citizen.

Which is exactly what we have going on right now!

Being a Welder is Easy.

IT’S LIKE RIDING A BIKE EXCEPT THE BIKE IS ON FIRE, YOU’RE ON FIRE, EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE.

Our long distance Ubers are a little different then what you might be used to.

TWO THINGS:

1.  Where have you been all my life?

2.  Can you please go back there?

Football season has started and I’m watching the Colts play Houston.  They are now in overtime and for a season opener, what an exciting game!  Both teams have a lot of new players, lots of mistakes have been made, but still a super exciting game!  The only real problem is that my Green Bay Packers started playing ten minutes ago…but I can’t take my eyes off of this one.  LOL!  And…………………………………………………………………….. two seconds left…………………………………. and it ends in a tie!  Nice game.
And I tune in to the Packer / Viking Game and my Packers are losing 7 to nothing.  Just in time to watch some rookie, who was wide open drop the ball…sigh.  Okay, back to the laughs.

The Days of Good Grammar Has Went.

Welcome Home!

There’s a Queen song in here somewhere…

I had a Goldfish that could break dance on the carpet.

But only for like 20 seconds.

And only once.

I’m not sure if this is real or not, I was able to find several pictures of women with 3 breasts, but none with 4 and none with them at weird locations, so I’m leaning toward photoshop, but who knows.

Leah sent me this and I like it a lot.

Keep driving! 

A young woman was driving with her father and they ran into a storm. The young woman asked her father: What should I do? Her father told her, “Keep driving.”

The cars began to edge, the storm was getting worse. What should I do dad? – “Keep driving,” replied her Father.

Up ahead, a trailer was pulling up as well. She said, “Dad, should I stop? It’s terrible and everyone is stopping!” Her Father said, “No, keep driving!”

Now the storm was stronger, but she obeyed her dad, and soon she could see a clearing ahead.

After a couple of kilometers she was again in a quiet, calm and sunny area. Her father told her, “Now you can stop and go out.” She said, “But why now?” He told her: “When you go out, look back, all the people who surrendered are still in the storm, you did not give up and your storm is behind you. If you are going through “hard times”. Remember even if everyone else, even the strongest, stops or gives up, you keep going, because soon your storm will end and the Sun will shine and shine on you again .

There should be a law that Electric Cars can only be charged by Wind or Solar Power.  If you’re giving up Fossil Fuel, then give it up.

Studies show, the most expensive vehicle to operate, is a Costco shopping cart.

I still find it hilarious to imagine if normal people with regular jobs got traded at their jobs like NFL players get traded at theirs.

You just come into work one day and your boss tells you that you are getting sent to Subway in Toms River, New Jersey for a 5th round draft pick. 

Unless it’s a Saturday and Sunday that you have to work, and then they last ten times that long.

Taking a dog named “Shark” to the beach is a bad idea.

I want to share some stuff that really makes my day when I receive it…

Dr. Oz says rubbing coffee grounds on your naked body prevents cellulite. 

APPARENTLY you can’t do it Starbucks. 

And now the cops are here…

I was sitting drinking coffee in my slippers this morning, when I thought to myself…

I really need to wash some cups.

Good For Them!!!!

And I’ve explained to you about HOW to make a donation, so now it’s just time for me to say to you to Please buy me a cup of coffee.  If everyone who reads this were to just buy me a cup of coffee this one time a year, all the bills would be paid for the website and we would not have to worry about going to an ad-based website…which I’m not ever going to do.  As soon as it gets to the point that donations don’t cover the bills, I’ll know that my time is up and I’m no longer serving a purpose or fulfilling a need.  I don’t think that time is now, in fact, I may even expand a little this year if you guys continue to be generous.  We’ll see.  Anyway, here’s our Wall of Fame at this point.

And with that it’s time for me to say good night.  My poor Packers are getting their butts kicked.  I’ll not give up on them yet.  You guys who are reading this Monday morning know how it turned out.  But, for me, it’s still up in the air.  May you all be blessed with Love and Happiness until we meet again.

Heroes come in all shapes and sizes, as we found out 21 years ago tomorrow.  We were brutally attacked and many, many people stepped up to help.  From fire fighters to police officers to ordinary men and women and even young people.  Then there are the every day heroes, the doctors and nurses and people that help that we expect, and even the ones that we don’t expect.  What about the one who holds the door for you or the one who waits and lets you go first?  Especially on those days when you just aren’t feeling it.  Yup, there are heroes everywhere.  

My darling Izzy Dragon was born the day before those bastards flew those plans into those buildings.  The first time I laid my eyes on her, I had driven from Peru, Indiana to Indianapolis while listening to the news cast on the radio of the planes crashing into the towers.  Throughout the years this young lady has done some amazing thing, but the most heroic has to be the way she has handled the death of her mother and the support she has given to me since then.  We both promised to have each other’s backs and I would hope that she would say that I have held up my part of the bargain, but I can DEFINITELY say that she has held up hers.  So…

I also want to take a minute to say thanks to Kenn and Peggy who sent me a great personal note with their donation that came in the mail the other day.  It touched me very much.  Thank you very much for your kind words, it meant an awful lot.  And you said that you had been up by where I live and work a zillion times, well, the funny thing was, after looking at YOUR address, it turns out that you live about 15 minutes from my in-laws, where my dear Mary grew up, right on the same street you live on.  It is such a small world.  Thank you very much.  It touched my heart.  And I’ll get to more thank you’s shortly.

I have so many questions…

I will not be addressing you by your chosen pronouns.  If you look like a man, it’s sir.  If you look like a woman, it’s ma’am.  It’s not my job to validate your mental illness.

CONFORMITY
Is doing what everyone else is doing, regardless of what is right.

MORALITY
Is doing what is right regardless of what everyone else is doing.

Dressed up, partying and at the bar.

Just so you know, nothing accidentally goes in your butt.

SINCERELY,

THE ER STAFF

I let my blind friend borrow money the other day.  He told me he was gonna pay me back the next time he saw me…

Wait a minute…

How do you tell the gender of an ant?

Drop it in water.
If it sinks, GIRL ANT.

If it floats…

And it does work … because so many people have taken pictures of their heads in freezers and labeled it as 241543903.  It’s an honest to goodness internet urban legend.

The traffic guards are a little strange in my neighborhood…

I Love raising caterpillars as pets…

It always gives me butterflies.

Yes, I know that was terrible!

If my kids knew there was a light in the oven, they’d leave that one on too.

My kids wanted to know what it was like to be a mom, so I woke them up at 2am to let them know my sock came off.

[A woman sends a text to her husband] 

Wife: Honey, don’t forget to buy BREAD on your way home from work and your girlfriend Valerie says hi. 

Husband:  Who is Valerie? 

Wife:  Nobody, I just wanted you to answer, to have confirmation that you saw my text. 

Husband:  But, I’m with Valerie right now, I thought you saw me. 

Wife:  What??!  Where are you? 

Husband:  Near the bakery. 

Wife:  Wait!  I’m coming right now!

[After 5 minutes the wife sends another text] 

Wife:  I’m at the bakery, where are you? 

Husband:  I’m at work.  Now that you’re at that bakery, buy the bread! XXOO

And again…I’ve run out of time.  Here’s our list of heroes for today…

Thank you all for your donations.  We’re almost out of time.  Please think about buying me a cup of coffee before time runs out.  Love and happiness to you all.  There may not be an issue on Monday due to me working this weekend and Izzy Dragon’s Birthday, but we’ll see how the Wheel Turns.

It’s Monday and you are reading this on Thursday, so let me tell you what has happened so far on Monday.  Today was Labor Day and boy did my friends and family Labor for me today!  My dart family came through for me like gang busters!

Remember the tree I told you came crashing through my fence and was laying in my neighbor’s backyard?  Well, this is what it looked like with my fence behind me:

And this is what that same tree looks like now after about an hour and a half’s work:

My deputy from work brought out the dumpster, he owns his own dumpster business (amongst many other things he does) and the guys also went out with me and got a piece of fencing and put the fence back together again and helped me with my dryer vent that was clogged up!  It was one heck of a day!! 

And my son and grandson, after everyone else left had a heart to heart to heart talk Father to Son, Other Father to Other Son and Grandpa to Grandson.  It was a really, really good afternoon in that regard as well.  I think a lot of things were said that needed to be said and some male bonding happened that may have needed to happen for some time now.

I am so blessed.  Just like you guys have always had my back here on DL, those guys have always had my back here where I live. 

Wow! 

Crying for real now … I feel so unworthy of the love that surrounds me lately.  God has indeed blessed my life.  Thanks to all of you.  And before I start to get maudlin let’s get this party started, shall we?

A 72 hour hold in a Psych Unit is beginning to intrigue me as a potential vacation opportunity.

Amen.  And knowing you can still teeter her totter.  

You can cast a net for tuna, but you can’t tune a castanet.  

You can’t really tell by looking at it, but this is one of the cameras on the wall at Dragon Laffs Headquarters that spies on people.  Not our employees, because we don’t spy on our employees.  But people who come to visit or sneak on our campus, or things like that.

Dude, she is a keeper!  You have GOT to find one that is the same KIND of crazy that you are.  I mean it helps that she is AS crazy as you are, but when they are also the same KIND OF CRAZY as you are… OH MAN!!  It’s glorious!!!

Hey!  It’s my cousin Vinny.  Yeah, I know.  And the thing is, he really hates that movie, so I love picking on him about it.

And the vote … and they breed!

What it they close the grocery stores and we have to hunt for our food? 

I don’t even know where Little Debbie lives.

I know this one!  She lives two doors down from them little elves that live in that Keebler Tree.

The inventor of Auto-Correct has died and his funnel is tomato

Some of the best advice I’ve been given, “Don’t take criticism from people you would never go to for advice.”

This is our IT specialist.  She’s the one who installed all the cameras.

Sometimes I talk to myself.

Then we both laugh and laugh.

Awww, that poor scrunchy faced little baby!

Weather Forecasters has mentioned “Heat Wave” so often, Martha and the Vandellas are starting to get royalty checks.

I have NO idea what’s going on here.

There are no truer words EVER spoken my friends.  NONE!  Take it from someone who KNOWS.  Cherish those moments.  Revel in them.  Hold on to them for as long as you possibly can.

Each year in the United States, 16 people are attached by sharks and 6,000 by goats.  We don’t need shark week, we need…

It is an easier way to travel, but much slower.

Absolutely.  That makes perfect sense.  I won’t … or um … will do that.

I was always taught to respect my elders.  But, it keeps getting harder to find one.

And I’ve run out of time.  I’ve been saying that all day.  And there is so much more I wanted to tell you guys about.  My first grief group on base went off today and it was good.  I have more people to thank for their donations, the heroes wall will have to wait…so many things.  God is blessing me every day and the people that I want to share it with, you guys…sigh.  Is it right to pray for a couple of more hours to be added to every day?  May you each be blessed with Love and Happiness.  Until Saturday…which I am working through and Saturday is Izzy Dragon’s 21st Birthday!!!!!!

Well, it’s Saturday, and it’s already been an interesting weekend.  Went to Men’s Breakfast at church this morning, came home and my coffee maker had died, so Izzy and I are going out tomorrow to get a new one, thankfully, it didn’t die before I got mine this morning, just before Izzy could get hers.  Then I mowed the lawn, and I have been housework ever since…and what weekend is this?

That’s right!  It’s Labor Day!  So!  When do Dragons get time off?  Oh, I’m just bitchin’ to bitch.  I’m actually having the time of my life.  I’m trying to get my first Grief Group on base ready for Wednesday.  I’m not sure whether or not I’m going to make it or not.  It’s driving me crazy, causing me to lose sleep, I still have to get a notice ready to go out in the email for the base and a couple of other things… sigh. 

Plus, did I tell you that I have a tree down in the backyard?  Well, not really in my backyard, it’s actually through my fence and mostly in the neighbor’s backyard.  I got a bunch of the dart family coming over on Monday to take care of that.  I’ll try to remember to take pictures for you guys.  So yeah, THEY will be doing Labor on Labor Day.

Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to work?  It’s not?  No Labor on Labor Day?  Well, Hell!  How about Laffs on Labor Day, can we do that?  We can?  Okay then…

At middle age, the growth of hair on a woman’s legs slows down, which gives her plenty of time to care for her newly acquired mustache!

Thanks to Jean for this last one…It was sent in by a circular route.

We all have that funny voice we  use when talking to dogs, babies, and … idiots.

I don’t understand, but I also don’t care, so it works out.

A random baby picture of me.

I think we can conclude that the “Time Out” generation didn’t produce as good of results as the “Ass Whooping” generation.

Breaking someone’s trust is like crumpling up a perfect piece of paper.

You can smooth it over, but it’s never going to be the same again.

Apparently, 29% of pet owners let their pet sleep on the bed with them, so I gave it a try.

My goldfish died.

“Heeeerreee Orcy” said in a very sing songy voice.  “Come and get your reward.”

I can look directly at someone,
nod when they’re talking,
maybe even throw in a “yeah,”
and still not hear a single word they said…

I finally found a diet plan that really works.  It’s called “The Price of Food.”

You never know how strong you are until your power steering goes out.

We live in a world where your kid cannot pretend to be an Indian.  But a grown man can pretend to be a woman.

Courage is knowing it might hurt, and doing it anyway. 

Stupidity is the same.

And that’s why life is hard.

This is a letter that was sent to me by fellow camper John S.  I went on line and found it and I am reprinting it here because I think it’s important for everyone to read.  Please take a minute.

Subject: Bunker Boys letter to Brittney Griner
Letter to Brittney Griner
Ms, Miss, Mrs Griner is a famous female basketball player who, in the past, has
disrespected our anthem, flag and country. She is now behind bars in Russia,
charged with drug smuggling, for which she pleaded guilty. She is now screaming
that America’s umbrella of goodness should intercede on her behalf by begging the
USA embassy in Moscow to use any method of pressure to gain her release. It’s
funny that woke liberals who get into trouble overseas never cry out to the
countries that they admire to help them with their problems! The letter below
should also be sent to NBA, NFL, MLB, and others that make their living playing a
game and also disrespect our nation, its symbols, traditions, and our venerable
veterans.
————————————————————————————————–
Dear Ms. Griner,
We hope that this letter finds you in good health, and we understand you are having
some rough times in your life. We are a group of old Vietnam Combat Veterans from
North Carolina. Our average age is around seventy years old. We call ourselves “The
Bunker Boys.” We spent a lot of time living in rat and snake-infested holes in the ground
known as bunkers. When we were not in the bunkers, we were crawling through the
jungle being shot at and shooting back at little people wearing black pajamas. We must
be honest and tell you that the only thing we may have in common with you, is that we,
too, were drafted.
We noticed you were drafted number one in the WNBA draft a few years ago. Since we
were all drafted, we thought we might let you know what it was like when we were
drafted. Unlike you, most of us had no college. The people of the United States drafted
us. We consisted of all colors, religions and personal beliefs. We had no choice of which
team we played for: Army, Navy, Air Force or Marines. We were sent halfway around
the world to fight and kill people we didn’t know in a place we had never heard of. We
were paid (we know you can relate to this) $3.00 a day and required to work 24 hours a
day if needed. When we returned home, many or most of us were treated very badly by
our fellow Americans. We were spit on and hit by bottles and rocks as the police stood
by and watched. We did not complain, we just continued on in life and made the best of
it. We fought for God, family, country and, of course, the Flag and the National Anthem .
. . a poem that was written by, of all people, a lawyer. He wrote the poem as he watched
bombs fall on and kill fellow Americans. Ever since that night, our nation has played that
little poem before millions of social functions. For some people it’s just a little song. For
a Veteran it is a reminder of how many men and women of all colors have given their
lives, so the rest can have the right to be free.
We found in our research that you requested the National Anthem not to be played at
sporting events. We find it odd that now you are requesting the citizens of the United
States to pay for your release from a jail in Russia. Yes, we the taxpayers are paying for
all of those diplomats working on your release. Our government told you, and all fellow
Americans in Russia, to leave Russia after the invasion of the Ukraine. You play
basketball in a country that is known to treat Americans badly. You fly a great deal and
must know, by now, all of the rules about what one can bring into a country. All of us
that travel know the rules for entering a foreign country. You are a guest and must go by
the rules of the land. By your own admission, you were attempting to bring an illegal
substance into a country that is known for its long prison sentences. You had to know
this because you are making a million dollars a year to play a game and hold a college
degree. At six feet nine inches tall, you know that security officers are going to focus on
you from the moment you stand in the boarding pass line.
We also noticed that you are now saying you placed the drugs in your luggage by
accident. Please! That is something that an 18 year old would say. We also found out
that your net worth is somewhere around $5 million bucks for playing a game. For old
guys like us, living on a fixed income, that’s a lot of money for just playing a game. Don’t
get us wrong; we are not against you. We all went and fought, so all Americans can
have the freedom to make their own choices. We just hope that the next time you have
to endure the playing of that little poem, that you will pay close attention to the “land of
the free” part.
Wishing you the very best,
The Bunker Boys
Semper Fi

Thank you very much John.  It amazes me the people who don’t hesitate to shit on our flag and our anthem and our country and yet come running back to it when they are in trouble.  You REALLY want to know what it means to be an American?  Really and truly?  Ask a vet.  Someone who’s actually put a little blood and sweat into this country.  And thank you Bunker Boys, you’ve got the Impish Dragon coveted “DAMN!  I wish I had written that!” Award.  Bless you brothers.

This next one is from Leah H and I wouldn’t have expected it from anyone else.  Thanks Leah.

This is an actual extract from a sex education school textbook for girls, printed in the early 60’s in the UK.

When retiring to the bedroom, prepare yourself for bed as promptly as possible. Whilst feminine hygiene is of the utmost importance, your tired husband does not want to queue for the bathroom, as he would have to do for his train. But remember to look your best when going to bed. Try to achieve a look that is welcoming without being obvious. If you need to apply face-cream or hair-rollers wait until he is asleep as this can be shocking to a man last thing at night.

When it comes to the possibility of intimate relations with your husband it is important to remember your marriage vows and in particular your commitment to obey him. If he feels that he needs to sleep immediately then so be it. In all things be led by your husband’s wishes; do not pressure him in any way to stimulate intimacy. Should your husband suggest congress then agree humbly all the while being mindful that a man’s satisfaction is more important than a woman’s. When he reaches his moment of fulfilment a small moan from yourself is encouraging to him and quite sufficient to indicate any enjoyment that you may have had.

Should your husband suggest any of the more unusual practices be obedient and uncomplaining but register any reluctance by remaining silent. It is likely that your husband will then fall promptly asleep so adjust your clothing, freshen up and apply your night-time face and hair care products. You may then set the alarm so that you can arise shortly before him in the morning. This will enable you to have his morning cup of tea ready when he awakes.

I laughed so hard through this…I can only imagine what my Mary~Mae would have said about this.  Thanks for sharing Leah.  

I may not have been my mother’s favorite child, but I was the first one she thought of whenever the police turned up.

I’m not sure if I was my mom’s favorite or not, but it was probably a tie between me and my next youngest brother as to which one she would have thought of first when the police came round.  But, truth be told, we were pretty much inseparable as kids.

Paddy buys an Automatic BMW X5 sport.

He drives the car perfectly well during the day, but at night it just won’t go.

He tries driving the car at night for a week but no joy.

Really angry he calls the BMW dealers and they send out a technician to him.

He asks, “Paddy, are you sure you are using the right gears?”

Angry paddy replies, “Of course, I’m not that feckin stupid, I use D for the Day and N for the Night…”

That’s it.  But, before we go, our list of heroes is growing larger!  Here’s our Labor Day List of Heroes!!!

We are up to 18 Heroes.  There is still time for you to join the club by buying me a cup of coffee.  Not going to explain that one again, because it’s getting late and I have people coming over early tomorrow to cut up a tree.  May God Bless all of your lives (Heroes or not) and may your days be filled with Happiness and Love.