NFR Humor (No political jokes)

Non-fishing related
A rancher, in the south, has an apple tree next to a pond on his back forty. He drives his pickup truck there, gets out of his truck and grabs a bucket.. He then sees two young ladies skinny dipping in his pond. One of the ladies yells to him "If you think we are getting out of the water you're crazy!" The rancher holds up the bucket and yells back..."You can stay where you are ladies.. I'm just here to feed the gators".
 
I've always thought if I opened up a teriyaki restaurant, I would call it "Mediocre Teriyaki"! Butt it would be awesome!
Or “Teriyaki NOW!”
I think opening the “2nd National Bank” would work. Or possibly “1st Local Bank”. While I’m generally good with math, I can’t imagine happiness in accounting, so I’ll leave it alone.

Reflecting on 1st Local, reminds me of growing up in Poulsbo through the late 50s and 60s. Mom had gone to High School with the bank president (Mr Eliason, who’s daughter was in my class). Banking was far more personal then. They knew you. I once deposited $150 in quarters and they didn’t even count them, at least that I saw. There apparently was a bank in Silverdale that only used your name, no account number.
Times has changed.
 
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