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Saturday, February 09, 2008

I borrowed the photo from the net and I found following funny in some stuff I saved for blogging. I don't know where it came from, but it sure gave me a smile and I hope it will do the same for you.


There were two old men living in the backwoods of the Ozarks, Rufus and Clarence. They lived on opposite sides of the river, and they hated each other. Every morning, just after sun-up, Rufus and Clarence would go down to their respective sides of the river and yell at each other. "Rufus!! Clarence would shout, "You better thank your lucky stars that I cain't swim...or I'd swim this river and whup your behind!" Clarence!" Rufus would holler back, "You better thank your lucky stars that I cain't swim or I'd swim this river and whup your skinny behind!"

This happened every morning for twenty years. One day the Army Corps of Engineers came and built a bridge. Still every morning, every day for another five years this yelling across the river goes on, even with the bridge.

Finally....Mrs Rufus had had enough."Rufus!" she squallers one day, "I cain't take no more! Every day for 25 years you've been threatenin' to whup Clarence. Well, there's the bridge...have a go at it!" Rufus thought about it for a moment., chewed his bottom lip for another moment.

"Woman!" He declared, snapping his suspenders into place. "I'm gonna cross that thar bridge and I'm gonna whup Charence's behind!" He walked out the door, down to the river, along the riverbank, came to the bridge, stepped up onto the bridge, walked about halfway over the bridge, looked up....TURNED TAIL AND RAN SCREAMING BACK TO THE HOUSE, SLAMMED THE DOOR, BOLTED THE WINDOWS, GRABBED THE SHOTGUN AND DOVE PANTING AND GASPING UNDER THE BED!

"Rufus!" cried the missus, I thought you wuz gonna whup Clarence's behind! "I wuz! He whispered. "Rufus!" cried the missus, "What in tarnation is the matter?" Well," muttered the terror stricken Rufus, "I went to the bridge...I stepped up on the bridge...walked halfway over the bridge...and looked up... And?" asked Mrs Rufus, breathless with suspense. "And," continued Rufus, 'I saw a sign that said "CLEARANCE 13 FEET, 6 INCHES!"... he ain't never looked that big from the other side of the river!"



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