A couple of hunters are out in the woods in the deep south when one of them falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be breathing, and his eyes are rolled back in his head.
The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls 911. He gasps to the operator, "My friend is dead! What can I do?"
The operator, in a calm and soothing voice, says, "Alright, take it easy. I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead."
There is silence, and then a gun shot is heard.
The hunter comes back on the line. "OK. Now what??"
ohhhhh not even gonna comment on that one...lol
lol..hey...I grew up around people who.........think like that..........
As I always say.........Drive faastttter...I hear Banjos playin!!!
Drive faastttter...I hear Banjos playin!!!
That reminds me of my cousin in KY. I was talkin to him and told him that the thought has crossed my mind about moving to KY. He said whatever I do, if I hear banjos in southeastern KY, drive as far and and fast as I can. That cousin is coming up here this coming weekend to show us how to throw a 4th of July party like real Americans which means I should expect a 30' fire with lots of moonshine, lol.
Now just a damn minute. lol
I have NEVER played a banjo