COWBOY'S PRAYER
Jake, the rancher, went one day to fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty and the clouds rolled gray and dense,
As he pounded the last staples in and gathered tools to go.
The temperature had fallen and the snow began to blow.
When he finally reached his pickup, he felt a heavy heart,
from the sound of that ignition, he knew it wouldn't start.
So Jake did what most of us do if we'd have been there.
He humbly bowed his balding head and sent aloft a prayer.
As he turned the key for the last time,
he softly cursed his luck.
They found him three days later,
frozen stiff in that old truck.
Now Jake had been around in life
and done his share of roamin'.
But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked --
it look just like Wyomin'.
Of all the saints in Heaven, his favorite was St. Peter.
Now, this line, it ain't needed but it helps with rhyme and meter.
So they set and talked a minute or two, or maybe it was three,
Nobody was keepin' score -- in Heaven time is free.
"I've always heard," Jake said to Pete,
"that God will answer prayers,
But one time that I asked for help,
well He, just plain wasn't there.
Now I ain't trying to act smart,
it's just the way I feel,
And I was wonderin',
could you tell -- what the heck's the deal?
Peter listened very patiently
and when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition, and he said,
"So, you're the one!
That day your truck, it wouldn't start,
and you sent your prayer a flying,
You gave us all a real bad time,
with hundreds of us a trying.
A thousand angels rushed to check
the status of your file,
But you know, Jake,
we hadn't heard from you in quite a while!
And though all prayers are answered,
and God ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice,
and started a truck in North Dakota!
KITTY KATAPULT BY KAR
Dwight Nelson recently told a true story about the pastor of his church.
He had a kitten that climbed up a tree in his backyard and then was afraid to come down. The pastor coaxed, offered warm milk, etc. The kitty would not comedown. The tree was not sturdy enough to climb, so the pastor decided that if he tied a rope to his car and drove away so that the tree bent down, he could then reach up and get the kitten. He did all this, checking his progress in the car frequently, then figured if he went just a little bit further, the tree would be bent sufficiently for him to reach the kitten.
But as he moved a little further forward, the rope broke. The tree went "boing!" and the kitten instantly sailed through the air -- out of sight.
The pastor felt terrible. He walked all over the neighborhood asking people if they'd seen a little kitten. No. Nobody had seen a stray kitten. So he prayed, "Lord, I just commit this kitten to your keeping," and went on about his business.
A few days later he was at the grocery store, and met one of his church members. He happened to look into her shopping cart and was amazed to see cat food. Now this woman was a cat hater and everyone knew it, so he asked her, "Why are you buying cat food when you hate cats so much?"
She replied, "You won't believe this," and told him how her little girl had been begging her for a cat, but she kept refusing. Then a few days before, the child had begged again, so the Mom finally told her little girl, "Well, if God gives you a cat, I'll let you keep it."
She told the pastor, "I watched my child go out in the yard, get on her knees, and ask God for a cat. And really, Pastor, you won't believe this but I saw it with my own eyes. A kitten suddenly came flying out of the blue sky, with its paws outspread, and landed right in front of her."
MODERN MIRACLE - THE KEY!
I recently saw a distraught young lady weeping beside her car.
"Do you need some help?" I asked.
She replied, "I knew I should have replaced the battery to this remote door unlocker. Now I can't get into my car. Do you think they (pointing to a distant convenience store) would have a battery to fit this?"
"Hmmm, I dunno. Do you have an alarm too?" I asked.
"No, just this remote thingy," she answered, handing it and the car keys to me.
As I took the key and manually unlocked the door, I replied, "Why don't you drive over there and check about the batteries it's a long walk."
FAST LANE FARLEY
It is said that if you line up all the cars in the world end to end, someone would be stupid enough to try and pass them.
WHADIDA DOGGIE DO?
It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me.
"Is that a dog you got back there?" he asked.
"It sure is," I replied.
Puzzled, the little boy looked at me and then towards the back of the van.
Finally he said, "What'd he do?"
SASKATCHEWANS DESIGNATED DRIVER?
Only a person from Saskatchewan could think of this. From the province where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this story:
Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a local neighbourhood tavern. Late in the evening the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk.
The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes with the officer quietly observing.
After what seemed an eternity and trying his keys on five vehicles, the man managed to find his car which he fell into. He was there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off.
Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off, flicked the indicators on, then off, tooted the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained stationary for a few more minutes as some more vehicles left. At last he pulled out of the car park and started to drive slowly down the road.
The police officer, having patiently waited all this time, now started up the patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and carried out a Breathalyzer test.
To his amazement the Breathalyzer indicated no evidence of the man having consumed alcohol at all! Dumbfounded, the officer said "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the Police station this Breathalyzer equipment must be broken."
"I doubt it," said the man, "tonight I'm the designated decoy."
A REAL SPEEDER!
Two members of the Lothian and Borders traffic police were recently having a pleasant time out on the Scottish moors, trapping speeding motorists with a radar gun.
Suddenly their equipment went crazy, registering a speed of over 300 miles per hour. It then locked up completely. Seconds later the startled boys in blue understood why, as a low-flying Harrier jet screamed over their heads.
Upset that their radar gun had been broken, the policemen put in a complaint to the Royal Air Force-only to discover that the damage could easily have been much worse. The RAF informed them that the Harrier's target-seeker had locked on to what it had interpreted as enemy radar. This immediately triggered an automatic air-to-surface missile attack.
Fortunately for the two policemen, the Harrier was operating unarmed.
IN YEARS GONE BY ON OUTHOUSE RESTROOM WALLS AT GAS STATIONS ACROSS THE NATION,
WE USED TO SEE POEMS MUCH LIKE THE ONE BELOW PENNED BY SOMEONE
WHO AFTER EACH POEM WROTE,
"THE S... HOUSE POET STRIKES AGAIN!"
The service station trade was slow
The owner sat around,
With sharpened knife and cedar stick
Piled shavings on the ground.
No modern facilities had they,
The log across the rill
Led to a shack, marked His and Hers
That sat against the hill.
"Where is the ladies restroom, sir?"
The owner leaning back,
Said not a word but whittled on,
And nodded toward the shack.
With quickened step she entered there
But only stayed a minute,
Until she screamed, just like a snake
Or spider might be in it.
With startled look and beet red face
She bounded through the door,
And headed quickly for the car
Just like three gals before.
She missed the foot log -- jumped the stream
The owner gave a shout,
As her silk stockings, down at her knees
Caught on a sassafras sprout.
She tripped and fell -- got up, and then
In obvious disgust,
Ran to the car, stepped on the gas,
And faded in the dust.
Of course we all desired to know,
What made the gals all do
The things they did, and then we found,
The whittling owner knew.
A speaking system he'd devised
To make the thing complete,
He tied a speaker on the wall
Beneath the toilet seat.
He'd wait until the gals got set
And then the devilish tike,
Would stop his whittling long enough,
To speak into the mike.
And as she sat, a voice below
Struck terror, fright and fear,
"Will you please use the other hole,
We're painting under here!"
BAD MILAGE WHILE IDLING
My Lincoln was running while the station attendant was filling it with gas. He requested I turn the engine off because I was gaining on him
RACING QUESTION
Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist but a person who drives a racecar not called a racist?
ADVENTURES IN DARWINISM
"He was trying to make his own fireworks," says Bonnie Suchomski about her son, James Suchomski, 25, of Tampa, Fla. He and his friend Josh Edleman, 26, filled about 10 toy balloons with explosive acetylene gas, apparently with plans to ignite them to celebrate Independence Day. They put the balloons into Suchomski's car, got in, and slammed the doors. A spark ignited the balloons, blowing up the car and throwing the two men out.
The car "looked like a sardine can," said a Tampa Police bomb technician. "It was as if you just took the roof and peeled it off."
Both men are expected to recover from their burns, bruises and ear damage. "He's learned his lesson," Suchomski's mother says.
THE SHIRT OFF HIS BACK
When Christopher J. Antus, 24, was pulled over by a state trooper in Bremen, Ind., for a traffic violation, Trooper Jerrod Patty couldn't help but notice his bright orange T-shirt. It read: "Fugitive. You never saw me."
The lawman got a good chuckle over the shirt and even joked with Antus about it. "I said, 'All you have to do is tell me where you came from and I'll take you back'," Patty says.
The jokes stopped when a routine computer check revealed Antus was wanted on a felony warrant.
After his arrest, Antus said the shirt actually belongs to a friend.
COUCH POTATO NIRVANA
Researchers at England's Newcastle University are developing a collision avoidance system for cars by learning how locusts avoid hitting each other in swarms. A study of locusts' "Giant Lobular Movement Detector" -- an oversized area in their brains that helps them avoid hitting things in flight, was the key. Probes stuck through their skin allowed instruments to monitor the GLMD's reactions.
But how to make them think they're needing to avoid collisions?
"Essentially, we made little armchairs for them, and stuck them in front of TV screens," said Dr. Claire Rind, a neurobiologist. They then forced the bugs to watch dogfighting scenes from "Star Wars". Early results are promising, but "Locusts are just the start," Rind says.
CAR CRAZY II: When Natalie Elliott, 22, of Seaford, England, got divorced, she didn't want to go back to her maiden name, Luffman. "I got called all sorts of names at school, like bum fluff," she remembers. "I decided there was no way I was going to call myself Luffman again." So she changed her name legally to Natalie Subaru-Impreza, after her favorite car.
She doesn't own a Subaru, however. First, she doesn't know how to drive and second, " I might not be able to afford one for a few years."
SORRY, WRONG NUMBER
I was recently driving home from a fishing trip out of town, and I decided I needed to stop at one of those rest areas on the side of the road. I park the car and go into the washroom. The first stall is taken, so I go into the second stall. I had just sat down when I hear a voice from the other stall.......
"Hi there, how is it going?"
Okay, I am not the type to strike up conversations with strangers in washrooms on the side of the road. I didn't know what to say, so finally I say:
"Not bad............"
Then the voice says: "So, what are you doing?"
I am starting to find this a bit weird, but I say: "Well, I'm on my way back home to Edgewood"
Then I hear the person, all flustered, say: "Look, I'll call you back-------every time I ask you a question-this idiot in the next stall keeps answering me!"
I had to think that one over all the way home.
BRIGHT BULB
A woman calls 911. In a panic she tells the dispatcher that her house is on fire and that she needs the fire department there immediately. The dispatcher tells her, just calm down Maam and tell us how to get there.
The lady replies "USE YOUR BIG RED TRUCK!
PRISON CAR
An old con was talking to a new inmate in prison.
"What are ya in for kid."
"I tried to make a new kind of car." He replied.
"I took the engine from a Ford, the transmission from an Chevy, the tires from a Hudson, and the exhaust system from a Studebaker."
"Really? What did you get?"
"Fifteen years for auto theft."
HELP NEEDED
A police recruit was asked during the exam, "What would you do if you had to pull over and arrest your own mother?"
He said, "Call for backup."
COMING TO A STOP
One day this mechanic was working late under a car and some brake fluid dripped into his mouth. "Wow! That stuff isn't too bad tasting," he thought.
The next day he told his buddy about tasting the brake fluid. "Not bad," he said. "Think I'll have a little more today."
His friend got a little concerned but didn't say anything.
The following day the mechanic told his friend about drinking a cup full of the brake fluid. "Great stuff! Think I'll have some more today." And so he did.
A few days later the mechanic was up to a bottle a day, and told his friend, "This brake fluid is really great stuff."
His friend was now really worried. "You know that brake fluid is poison and really bad for you. You better stop drinking that stuff."
"Hey, no problem," the mechanic replied. "I can stop any time. After all, it is brake fluid, ya know.......
S-HELL
A man was driving to work when a truck ran a stop sign, hit his car broadside, and knocked him cold. Passersby pulled him from the wreck and revived him. He began a terrific struggle and had to be tranquilized by the medics. Later, when he was calm, they asked him why he struggled so.
He said, "I remember the impact, then nothing. I woke up on a concrete slab in front of a huge, flashing 'Shell' sign. And somebody was standing in front of the 'S.'"
BUMPER STICKERS
1. If you can read this, I can slam on my brakes and sue you!
2. Hang up and drive.
3. Your ridiculous little opinion has been noted.
4. The proctologist called, they found your head.
5. Some people just don't know how to drive. I call these people, "Everybody Else".
6. Don't like my driving? Then quit watching me.
DRIVEN
Barry Colbert, 38, says he let his 7-year-old drive as a reward for finishing his homework and cleaning his room. He set his son up so he could reach the pedals, and Colbert sat in the passenger seat as they hit the road. That's not all they hit: police said the boy ran a stop sign and crashed into another car outside New Port Richey, Fla.
After the crash, Colbert took over the wheel just as officers arrived.
Police say they will cite the boy for driving without a license, driving without headlights and running a stop sign, and Colbert for driving while intoxicated, habitually driving with a suspended license and letting an unlicensed person drive.
"I'm not irresponsible," Colbert explains. "I just had a few beers."
SECOND STICKER
The farmer had been taken so many times by the local car dealer, that when the dealer wanted to buy a cow, the farmer priced it to him like this:
BASIC COW........................................................$200.00
TWO-TONE EXTERIOR.......................................45.00
EXTRA STOMACH................................................75.00
PRODUCT STORAGE COMPARTMENT...........60.00
FOUR SPIGOTS @$10.00 ea.................................40.00
GENUINE COWHIDE UPHOLSTERY...............125.00
DUAL HORNS.........................................................15.00
AUTOMATIC FLY SWATTER..............................35.00
................................................................TOTAL $595.00
"Wisdom of Will Rogers"
1. "When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car."
2. What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying? The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving.
A DUFFERS CAR
My car is all paid for...not a nickel is owed.
Yet a kid yells, "Old duffer...get off of the road!"
My car has no scratches...not even a dent.
Still I get all that guff from a punk who's "Hell bent."
BASIC RULES FOR WASHINGTON DRIVING
1. Remember that the goal of every Washington driver is to get there first, by whatever means necessary.
2. A right lane construction closure is just a game to see how
many people can cut in line by passing you on the right as you sit in the left lane waiting for the same jerks to squeeze their way back in before hitting the orange construction barrels.
3. Turn signals will give away your next move. A real Washington driver never uses them.
4. Under no circumstances should you leave a safe distance between you and the car in front of you, or the space will be filled in by somebody else putting you in an even more dangerous situation.
5. Crossing two or more lanes in a single lane-change is considered "going with the flow."
6. The faster you drive through a red light, the smaller the chance you have of getting hit.
7. Never get in the way of an older car that needs extensive bodywork. Washington is a no-fault insurance state and the other guy doesn't have anything to lose.
8. Braking is to be done as hard and late as possible to ensure that your ABS kicks in, giving a nice, relaxing foot massage as the brake pedal pulsates. For those of you without ABS, it's a chance to stretch your legs.
9. Construction signs tell you about road closures immediately after you pass the last exit before the traffic begins to back up.
10. The new electronic traffic warning system signs are not there to provide useful information. They are only there to make Washington look high-tech and to distract you from seeing the State police car parked in the median.
11. Speed limits are arbitrary figures, given only as suggestions and are apparently not enforceable in the metro area during rush hour.
12. Just because you're in the left lane and have no room to speed up or move over doesn't mean that a Washington driver flashing his high beams behind you doesn't think he can go faster in your spot.
13. Everybody thinks their vehicle is better than yours, especially pickup truck drivers with stickers of Calvin peeing on a Ford, Dodge or Chevy logo.
14. When an Emergency Vehicle approaches with lights and sirens on, either stop where you are, pull to the left instead of right, or just totally ignore them. Even a police car.... they are all ready tied up on something else, right?
15. Learn to swerve abruptly. Washington is the home of high-speed slalom driving thanks to WSDOT, which puts potholes in key locations to test drivers' reflexes and keep them on their toes.
16. It is traditional in Washington to honk your horn at cars that don't move the instant the light changes.
17. Seeking eye contact with another driver revokes your right of way. Never take a green light at face value. Always look right and left before proceeding.
18. Heavy snow, ice, fogs, and rain are no reasons to change any of the previously listed rules. These weather conditions are God's way ensuring a natural selection process for body shops, junkyards, and new vehicle sales.
A SAILORS CAR
written by Dan Mack (1930)
A sailor stopped before a place
They called an Auto Park
Where on display were autos
That were new (before the Ark)
For there beside the sidewalk
Bright colors caught his eye
Twas a little ancient Lizzie
And its paint was scarcely dry.
He bargained with the dealer
The price he found was right---
He said, Gwan an wrap it up---
Ill take it home tonight.
He got a friend to tow it home
And then he started in----
To do a little fixin
On his little hunk of tin.
He got himself a crowbar
A monkey-wrench and plier----
A hammer and a scissors
And a half a bale of wire.
He made a brand new body
From an empty cracker box
He rigged a dandy fan belt
From a pair of cast-off sox---
The running board was shaky
So he wound the thing up tight
He spoiled a plate glass window
To repair his starboard light
He bought a brand new fender
From a place that had a fire----
He roamed around in bone yards
Till he found a half-used tire.
The engine wasnt hitting,
And when he looked inside,
He found beneath the cover
Where a pair of cats had died.
The cylinders were leaking
The walls had rusted thin---
But soon he had it working
With a yard or two of tin.
The flywheel too, was missing
But it didnt get his goat
He replaced it with another
From a surveyed motor boat.
He made some other changes
On magnetos, pump and clutch----
He got the parts he needed
From a lawnmower and a crutch.
And when he had it ready,
It was his joy and pride-----
It might be safer walking,
But twas lots of fun to ride.
PEA SOUP PARKING
A motorist was experiencing difliculty in one of Los Angeles worst fogs. Driving along at a snail's pace. he finallv was passed by another car and, with the others tail light as guide, he picked up his speed.
After some successful tailing, the car in front came to a sudden halt and the car in back crashed into it.
The driver of the rear car hopped out into the fog and dashed up to the other driver.
You darn fool! he cried. Why didn't you put your hand out?
"W'hat?" retorted the other. "In my own garage?"
ROAD HOG
Police of a Southern state swear this is true.
A Model-T Ford ran out of gas on a main highway. The driver of a Cadillac stopped and offered to tow the Ford to the nearest garage.
Along the way the driver of the Cadillac forgot about the Ford. He stepped on the gas and whizzed past the first gas station with the Ford in tow. A state trooper took off after the two speeders and when the driver of the Cadillac saw the trooper he decided to try and out- run him. He pushed the pedal to the floor and started to pull away from the trooper. Seeing he was fighting a losing battle, the trooper stopped and radioed ahead to another trooper about 20 miles down the road.
"Stop the driver of a black Cadillac coming your way," he cried. "He's doing over a hundred."
"Okay," the trooper at the other end replied.
"That's not all," the first trooper went on. "You probably won't believe this, but there's a man in a Model-T Ford right behind the Cadillac blowing his horn like mad and trying to pass."
SANDY SAYS
As a trucker stops for a red light, a lady catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door. The trucker lowers the window, and she says "Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load."
The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street.
When the truck stops for another red light, the girl again catches up again. She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door. Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they've never spoken, the lady says brightly, "Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"
Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.
At the third red light, the same thing happens again. All out of breath, the lady gets out of her car, runs up, knocks on the truck door. The trucker lowers the window. Again she says "Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"
When the light turns green, the trucker revs up and races to the next light. When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the lady. He knocks on her window, and as she lowers it, he says...
"Hi, my name is Sandy, it's winter in Washington and I'm driving the SAND TRUCK!
GOT A 710
A few days ago I was having some work done at my local garage. A lady came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten. We all looked at each other, and another customer asked, "What is a seven-hundred-ten?" She replied, "You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine, I lost it and need a new one. It had always been there."
The mechanic gave the lady a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like. She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710. He then took her over to another car which had the hood up and asked, "Is there a 710 on this car?" She pointed and said, "Of course, it's right there." (She was reading the OIL cap upside down)
DRIVING CONCERNS
Written By A Very Wise Man
- I was riding to work yesterday when I observed a female driver cut right in front of a pickup truck, causing him to have to drive on to the shoulder to avoid hitting her. This evidently angered the driver enough that he hung his arm out his window and and flipped the woman off.
Man, that guy is stupid. I thought to myself. I ALWAYS smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic, and here's why:
I drive 48 miles each way every day to work. That's 96 miles each day.
Of these, 16 miles each way is bumper-to-bumper.
Most of the bumper-to-bumper is on an 8 lane highway.
There are 7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles.
That works out to be 982 cars every mile, or 31,424 cars.
Even though the rest of the 32 miles is not bumper-to-bumper, I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars.
That brings the number to something like 36,000 cars that I pass every day. .
Statistically, females drive half of these. That's 18,000 women drivers!
In any given group of females, 1 in 28 has PMS. That's 642.
According to Cosmopolitan, 70% describe their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding. That's 449.
According to the National Institute of Health, 22% of all females have seriously considered suicide or homicide. That's 98.
And 34% describe men as their biggest problem. That's 33.
According to the National Rifle Association, 5% of all females carry weapons, and this number is increasing.
That means that EVERY SINGLE DAY, I drive past at least one female that has a lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, has seriously considered suicide or homicide, has PMS, and is armed.
Flip one off? ...... I think not...