Before there was the movie The Hangover, there was a young man back in 1948 at a Kansas college who related this story to me. It was hilarious. Sorry, Dad. 😉
Rochelle Wisoff-Keeping Watch In The Fields is the Good Shepherdess to us sheeple.
Randy Mazie is the Hired Man who took this intriguing pic.
Not too b-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad, huh? (God forgive me for this …)
“Know where Marty is?”
No, Joey and Fred didn’t. Too bleary-eyed from last night’s “binge.”
Barry chimed in. “You guys buried him last night. Remember?”
Fred’s colon did a back-flip. “Huh???”
“You know, the funeral. You guys cried, said, ‘Ohhh Marty’s dead,’ took him out to the cemetery, sang ‘Nearer My God to Thee’ and dumped him in a mausoleum near this goat.”
Marty staggered into the cafeteria in his shorts looking like he’d been dragged through a knot-hole.
Joe yelled. “Hey! Where are your pants, roomie?”
Marty glared at Joe. “Ask the goat. He ate them!”