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Originally Posted by Uncle Pauhana
Now that's hilarious!
Which reminds me of a story the great American folk musician John McCutcheon tells about his Scottish grandfather as part of introducing a hammer dulcimer piece. Apparently a fly landed on grandfather's whisky. Granddad grabbed the offending insect, shook it over his glass, and yelled "spit it out, ya b*****d!"
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My uncle slipped on ice while carrying a half bottle of Whisky in his pocket, as he was lying on the road , moaning in pain , he felt a wetness , running down his leg, “OMG ! I hope that’s blood !” he exclaimed.