Ok I ask the wife and she just looked at me weird. So I thought I would ask some ems folks.

Ok pregnant lady riding in a car on a bumpy road. Could her milk be churned into butter? You know all the bouncing. I bet that would be a bad medical condition. It would just plug everything up.

I have always warned all the friends and family about this.

 

 

Bet you have never thought about this one huh? In the summer picking vegetables the sun kinda gets to my Head and my mind wonders off somewhere. LOL

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You started it John.
John I LOVE YOUR WIFE.... SHE IS HYSTERICAL...

I am coming over for the holidays... they must be good fun...
MOM... John started it...

and MJ threw the chocolate first...


I am innocent... I love you mom :)
Wow, what a discussion...
As I read the comments, many really bad points, I thought to myself. No one is looking for the solution, "Butter" if it did result , could easily be melted, with a warm atmosphere, say for instance... A warm fire... Or, the touch of ones hands... And not to be ill minded, but why waste it, when Pop Corn goes so well with "Butter"... That being said, if anyone with buttered boobs, needs assistance, I'll start a fire and warm my hands, only to help of course, I would not even think of doing it for pleasure...
OMG

I am laughing so hard... I can hardly type...


with naughty thoughts like that you should come with your own personal assistant to my spanking room - so check in with Chief Tom, MJ, or Chief Mike - since they are regular visitors to my spanking room and will be able to show you the way once you get your hands on ___________'s buttered bosom...


hmm... high school and movies and buttery breast activity just entered my mind - LOL... thanks for that trip down memory lane
hehehe.....

co comment from this peanut gallery....

I think my sides have split....
Larry I think you just stole the show. Too funny!!!!!!!
and with that now we can rule out eating popcorn.
Cindy are you plotting on someone??
I think your right John. First Prize. Give him two cabbage leafs. Oh heck splurge a whole head!
I would come over too, and bring presents! but I am miles and miles away for the KY border
On a serious note, please tell me about Decker Indiana, How far away are you from Richmond, Muncie, or Evansville (where my father went to school) He enlisted in WWII at Fort Benjamin. I was born in Richmond; My dad was a Policeman in Fort Wayne. we moved to CA when I was three, I won't tell you how long ago that was. I love California; the beaches and the weather but I dislike the politics. I love the stories my mother tells me about the farms, rivers and Indian mounds. ( my Grandmother was born in 1878; and no I am not that old) She asked me to give you her best regards and regrets I said curse instead of spell. She is still chuckling about the cabbage and thinks you are a generous man, and prays for your safety.
Decker, Indiana not much to tell 3 blocks by 5 blocks. We are 50 miles north of Evansville, 10 miles south of Vincennes. Back in the day of your Grandmother we were the sweet potato capital of the midwest. When the sugar thing went on in the 50s we rasied sugar beets to help with that. then the farmers went on to rasie watermelons now that time is about past. The walmart days have about stopped all vegetable farming around here. Just about all corn and beans and not many small farmers anymore.
Decker has about 250 residents 1 bar, 1 sawmill, 1 church and the post office. We use to have 5 gas stations 4 stores 5 churches a bank and a diner.

If you forget your keys in your car no one steals it. If you drive down a street and see someone needing a hand with something we stop and help. There are dogs and kids everywhere during the day. If you need a tool from a neighbor, Well you know where it's at go get it. The last big crime some drunk stole a tractor and flatin someones minivan in there drive. LOL That was 5 years ago.
Ah the rivers and farms. If it wasn't for the White river I would be lost it's a 1/4 mile from my house and one of my best friends. It has alot to say if you just sit there and listen. I have many memorys of my dad and fishing in the morning mist. My dads family lived off the land in the 30s and 40s. An oldman kids me about being part muskrat because there front door was on the river bank. My aunt tells me my dad could swim the river before he could walk and she wasn't joking.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jwv66iVbXc It's not my river but the song explains alot.

White River where I am at.
I also have a huge indian ax that dad plowed out while cultivating watermelons with a mule.
MY heros are WWII Vets. I grew up with them finer men will never walk. They just had a class and grace that I am afraid is gone forever. Those guys that I grew up with taught me more than I ever learned in school. My uncle was on the USS Missouri in the honor guard when Japan surrendered. My neighbor was on the USS Indianapolis when it was sunk and the world knows that story. The neighbor lady was a WAC in the army she made me the best birthday cakes growing up german chocolate boy were they good. There are so many more that I need to list including my BFF Pete. They were all WWII vets and now there gone. Most all were farmers I think that why I like to farm.

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