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!”
Now there’s a visual. I’m sure Marty’d had a few too many, too or he’d never have submitted to funeral at the improv. He he.
The Good Shepherdess of Cats
A bunch of clueless guys! Funny story!
Teeheehee! 😀 That’s a sidesplitter.
I sincerely hope my colon never does a back flip!!
“Last night’s binge” needs an apostrophe and “Nearer My God to Thee” needs quotation marks. The guys need help! 🙂
Yeah, I forgot about those apostrophes and quotes until I saw it published. Thanks for the heads-up. I’ll fix it.
You’re right … these boys need therapy! X[
Lucky for Marty there was a door handle inside that mausoleum–some are without as the heirs want to be sure the dead stay dead. Fun story of your father’s college prank–unless, of course, his name is Marty.
Hahaha! No, my dad’s name is not Marty. And, yes. The dead need to STAY there.
Perfectly told story.
Thanks, JK! I enjoyed writing it. Felt like it needed to be told.
Marty rises from the dead… a new Gospell. Joey, Fred and Barry, the new disciples along with the goat, I suppose.
Now THAT’S chutzpah!
Gee, I hope I don’t get drug through a knot hole. Great story, Kent.
Kids these days, they think they live the life of the Fast and the Furious but there was a time when cars were made of nothing but steel and no one wore a seat belt. Liquor was homemade and not approved or tested by the government but given out at Uncle Charlie’s barn, oh wait, that part is still true.
But you know what I mean!
True story? Marty is lucky it was a mausoleum.
Hahahaha. Very much so. When I read this to Dad, he laughed and said what they did was lay this guy across a convertible in the cemetery. Hee hee. He DID get a real kick out of the story.
Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha, – summing it up Kent! Just great!
LOL ^^ awesome story, Kent