My mom sent me this one:
Why Rednecks Can't Be Paramedics
A couple of rednecks are out in the woods hunting when one of them grabs his chest and falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be breathing; his eyes are rolled back in his head.
The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls 911. He gasps to the operator, "I think Bubba's dead from one of them there Heart Attacks! What should Ah do?"
The operator, in a calm soothing voice says, "Just take it easy and follow my instructions. First, you've got to make sure he's dead."
There is a silence...and then a gun shot is heard.
The guy's voice comes back on the line, "Okay, now whut?"
1 comment:
HA!
I was going to email but I can't find your link so I will reply to your comment here:
I could have gone into so much detail about how passive aggressive "grandma" is but I had to keep relatively clean. Everyone lives up by here except us so it is much more difficult for us to get there than it is for everyone else. And, what I didn't put in the post was that the only thing she was really worried about was the presents. Argh!
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