Showing posts with label Heard Around the Barn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Heard Around the Barn. Show all posts

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Gimme That Old Time Music (That I) Heard Around the Barn...


A couple of weeks ago, two big bales of marijuana washed ashore at Jamison's Cove. Since it was tidal water, we had to notify the Marine Patrol and the Coast Guard.

Well, before either of the law enforcement agencies could get there, the bales were discovered by our local seagulls.

By the time the cops arrived....

.... wait for it....

There was no tern left un-stoned.

 
 
And in honor of our stoned gulls:
 


Friday, October 25, 2013

Heard Around the Barn...


I was working on the engine outside the Station a few days ago, when I noticed a little girl nearby in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off the sides and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle.

The girl was wearing a firefighter's helmet.

The wagon was being pulled by her dog and her cat.

I walked over to take a closer look.

'That sure is a nice fire truck,' I said with admiration.

'Thanks,' the girl replied. The firefighter looked a little closer. The girl had tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles.

'Little partner,' I said, 'I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could go faster. '

The little girl replied thoughtfully, 'You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren.'

    Sunday, September 22, 2013

    Schticks of One...


    ...Half a dozen of the other...

     
    (I've been using this tag for a few years, but didn't
    see someone had posted this last year...)
     
     
    Y'know, if it hadn't been for Spike Jones and Victor Borge and Allan Sherman, there might never have been a Weird Al Yankovic.
    


    I. My Dream Job

    One that I could never qualify for, but what the hell.


    Tillerman on a hook and ladder (that's the guy steering the wheels on the trailer).


    II. Heard Around The Barn

    Senior Guy: "What kind of lights did Noah have on the Ark?"
    Junior Guy: "I dunno..."
    Senior Guy: "Flood lights, of course."


    III. Pet Blogging

    Not by me, but by Michael Morse. He's trying to raise funds for an animal rescue operation (where Cousin Wilson adopted Michael and his wife). He says he won't let Wilson into the house till he has some contributions*. I'd contribute, except I'm so broke, Tim Allen couldn't fix me. If you could go to his blog and toss a couple of bucks Wilson's way, I'd appreciate it.

    And Wilson could get back on the couch.


    * I don't think Michael is really refusing to let Wilson in, he's just trying to shame us.

    Sunday, July 14, 2013

    Heard Around The Barn...


    Since all the medical bloggers like Ambulance Driver and Captain Morse and Happy Medic all have tags for "Heard on the ambulance," I guess I should do the same...

    We don't transport, so we don't have an ambulance, hence "heard around the barn."

    Senior Guy: "Didja hear Farmer Brown got sick of his llama and told him to leave?"

    Me: "No."

    SG: "Llama said, okay, okay, alpaca my bag..."