Saturday, December 12, 2009

Granddaddy remembers.....


"When I was a boy, Momma would send me down to da corner store wit' a dolla,and I'd come back wit' fie pounds o' potatuhs, two loafs o' bread, three pints o' milk, a pound o' cheese, a packet o' tea, an' a haff dozen eggs. Yeh can't do dat nowadays . . .
too many damm security cameras."

5 comments:

Andy said...

why that almsot sounds racist :P

Tattoo Jim said...

Damn storekeepers don't trust nobody no more!

word verification= wancer... hehehe

wirecutter said...

Andy, shame shame for accusing me of racist undertones.

TJ, is there anything that you can't make something of? ANYTHING?

Tattoo Jim said...

Hmmm.... must be the new morphine prescription... had to have it doubled due to more pain problems... yeah, we'll go with that...

oh hell... word verification= squal... hehehe

LUCKY said...

BAHAHAHAHA!