tkwalker
02-16-2013, 01:10 AM
From Old Sailor Post ... at Logans on the Jan the 18th !!! .. <'TK>< :eek:
"I've always been an outcast it seems. Right out of the womb the doctor spanked my bottom and it's never stopped. Every time I go fishing there is almost no one on the water, and I have to fish alone . Then yesterday I drive to Nashville in a freezing rain to Logans to meet and greet some folks; they heard I was coming and no one showed up. I had to struggle through a coastal carolina shrimp plate and a double scotch on the rocks alone. Oh woe is me. I get up at 3 am this morning and am on the boat ramp at 0530 ,34 degrees, freezing rain and no one to greet me but a grouchy old great blue heron. Can't figure out why it's so bad, I don't pick my nose and break wind in public near as much as I used to"
" Logan's !!! All they had was Dewars. They did not have Jamesons! Primitive place! " Then I tell the Bartender my Family History !!!!
An Irishman named Old Sailor Hamilton (Not Scotish !!) was drinking in a bar at Logan's when he gets a call on his cell phone.
He orders drinks for everybody in the bar as he announces (at my age and at the point of tilting to much plus the fact he hasn't talked to his Sons lately and if he had I wouldn't have remembered it, at my age !!) ... his wife or it may have been his daughters or maybe Granddaughters he wasn't really sure at closing of the Bar that night ... ... has just produced a typical Middle Tennessee baby boy weighing 25 pounds.
Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but the man just shrugs, "That's about average up our way, folks...like I said - my boy's a typical Middle Tennessee baby boy...”
Two weeks later the man returns to the bar... The bartender says, “Say, you're the father of that typical Middle Tennessee baby that weighed 25 pounds at birth, aren't you? Everybody's been making' bets about how big he'd be in two weeks.... so how much does he weigh now?"
Old Sailor answers, "Seventeen pounds."
The bartender is puzzled and concerned. "What happened?" "He was 25 pounds the day he was born."
Old Sailor takes a slow swig of his Jameson Irish Whisky, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, "Had him circumcised." <'TK>< :eek:
"I've always been an outcast it seems. Right out of the womb the doctor spanked my bottom and it's never stopped. Every time I go fishing there is almost no one on the water, and I have to fish alone . Then yesterday I drive to Nashville in a freezing rain to Logans to meet and greet some folks; they heard I was coming and no one showed up. I had to struggle through a coastal carolina shrimp plate and a double scotch on the rocks alone. Oh woe is me. I get up at 3 am this morning and am on the boat ramp at 0530 ,34 degrees, freezing rain and no one to greet me but a grouchy old great blue heron. Can't figure out why it's so bad, I don't pick my nose and break wind in public near as much as I used to"
" Logan's !!! All they had was Dewars. They did not have Jamesons! Primitive place! " Then I tell the Bartender my Family History !!!!
An Irishman named Old Sailor Hamilton (Not Scotish !!) was drinking in a bar at Logan's when he gets a call on his cell phone.
He orders drinks for everybody in the bar as he announces (at my age and at the point of tilting to much plus the fact he hasn't talked to his Sons lately and if he had I wouldn't have remembered it, at my age !!) ... his wife or it may have been his daughters or maybe Granddaughters he wasn't really sure at closing of the Bar that night ... ... has just produced a typical Middle Tennessee baby boy weighing 25 pounds.
Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but the man just shrugs, "That's about average up our way, folks...like I said - my boy's a typical Middle Tennessee baby boy...”
Two weeks later the man returns to the bar... The bartender says, “Say, you're the father of that typical Middle Tennessee baby that weighed 25 pounds at birth, aren't you? Everybody's been making' bets about how big he'd be in two weeks.... so how much does he weigh now?"
Old Sailor answers, "Seventeen pounds."
The bartender is puzzled and concerned. "What happened?" "He was 25 pounds the day he was born."
Old Sailor takes a slow swig of his Jameson Irish Whisky, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, "Had him circumcised." <'TK>< :eek: