NFR Humor (No political jokes)

Non-fishing related
British dry measure equivalent to about eight dry quarts. Prior to the Revolution in Boston folks were pissed about British dumb arse stuff like that. Called them peckerheads and got drunk and threw the Brits tea in the harbor. That started a war. They called themselves patriots but throwing mudballs was not working well though so they started using better stuff to chase the Brits away. This was a great thing and probably the reason today we don’t know what a peck is.
That's peckaheads, in true Boston-speak!
 
Yer just.....like.....yer.....fatha! (Did I get it right ?)😁
Many years back one of the local supermarkets featured a radio ad with someone named Kay McCarthy. This prompted my own bastardization:

This is Kay McCahthy with the Stah Mahket recipe of the week. This week: cohn-fed baby peckaheads'. Maybe you had to be there.
 
Sven says, "Hey, Olie! Whatcha grinnin' about?"

Olie says, "I had a very nice date with Leena last night."

"Oh? Do tell!"

"Well, she picked me up in that new pick-up of hers and we went for a drive through the woods. After a spell, she pulled off the main road down this little path and stopped. She got out of the truck without turning it off and walked in front of it, where she started to take all of her clothes off! Finally, buck naked in the headlights, she yells, 'Take what you will, Olie!' So I took the truck and left."

"That's mighty smart of you, Olie. Those clothes would've never fit you."
 
A guy I once worked with, who had some experience in the matter said: “When you leave your house, you kiss your wife goodbye. When you leave your wife, you kiss your house goodbye.”
 
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